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Locket thumped—Remy’s heartbeat + Seras’s spark + Ana’s laugh + Uncle Radu’s rumble + Mom’s onion tears + Dad’s old joke + Obaachan’s shichimi + Opa’s Ordnung. Texts (saved): Remy: “Love you, Level 1 girlfriend. Also, your uncle just adopted me.” Seras: “I’m stealing all the sarmale tomorrow. And the shichimi.” Ana: “Bunica says you rolled 17 perfect ones. Obaachan approves.” Mom: 「寝なさい。 Schlaf, Liebling. Heaven.” Dad: “Sleep. Real beds. No mirrors cracking. Heaven.” The crown hummed a lullaby in Romanian, Welsh, German, Japanese, and cabbage-scented love.

CHAPTER 1 Lily's POV PIZA to eiga wo ogoriatta Mukashi wo barashiatta Himitsu wa mou naitte KURABU de battariattara Naiteta yo kimi ga otoko no yoko de ...I'm a dummy >Lily's Alarm (Limit Control - Dummy)

Barely above a breath. The Russian lullaby my mother sang to me when I was small and the world still felt safe. “Bayu-bayu, bayushki-bayu… Ne lozhisya na krayu… Pridet serenkiy volchok… On ukhvatit za bochok…” My voice cracks on the first line. I don’t care. I keep going. Soft. Steady. For both of them. The words are simple. Ancient. Full of protection and promise.

(Porque no vale la pena) Let go of your life +Deja que se vaya el de tu vida) That the wounds that this time did you harm and what harm are closed Que se cierren las heridas que esta vez te hicieron mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let it be apart of your story Deja que se aparte de tu historia A stain on your memory of a love that hurt you and how bad Un mancha en tu memoria de un amor que te hizo mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let other kisses make you fall in love Deja que otros besos te enamoren Someone else bring you flowers Que alguien más te lleve flores There are more than a million loves Hay más de un millón de amores that they want to conquer you Que te quie

A minute passed as she went from warm to heatedly sensuous. [Nipponese] "Less talk - more babies," she sacrificed her emotions for my well-being with her oh so naught Baby Metal band voice and questing fingers. How could I say 'no' to that? [English] "I don't think it works that way," I teased. [Nipponese] "Let's find out."

Eat some chocolate（＾-＾） Mathew: ....

‘Song from your heart, idiot. “My heart…my melody…” he muttered as he stared at Mira’s sleeping face before he start feeling the beat of his heart. He listens to what it was trying to convey and with one kiss placed on Mira’s lips, Angel knew what song he wanted for Mira to hear. Closing his eyes, Angel started feeling every beat of his own heart. He listened to every breath he was taking. With every stroke that he gives to his dearest mate, a song called My Escape by Ravenscode reflects what Angel feels. He sang his favorite song that he was willing to share with Mira over and over again.

The memories of my mother's voice, her warm embrace, and the comfort of her presence washed over me: Oh Lord, Help Rima Sleep Oh Lord, May she become sleepy Oh Lord, May she grow loving to pray and to fast Oh Lord, let her grow healthier everyday May she go to sleep, may she go to sleep, and I will cook a delicious pigeon for her Go pigeon bird, don't believe what I am saying, I just say it so that Rima will sleep Rima, Rima, beautiful clever girl, you have shining blonde hair The one who loves you shall kiss you, and the one who hates you shall protect himself Oh merchant of grapes and of jujube, tell my mother and my father The gypsies have kidnapped me from below the tent of Majdaliyyeh I

--- Do you guys want to see MeSsio's dreamy wedding, or do you want to know who stole those hot, sexy men from the border? Whisper: *I wish it was me, *sobs**

My heart pounded against my ribs, each beat louder than the last, betraying the conflict I refused to show. "Oh my God, that's wonderful!" Mom clasped her hands together, practically glowing with excitement. She turned to Rare with a wide, approving smile. "Rare, you can call me Mommy now—no need for 'Tita.'" I blinked. Once. Twice. Are they serious? The ease—the speed—of their acceptance made something twist uncomfortably in my chest. A strange, bitter thought crept in before I could stop it. Are they really this happy... or are they just that eager to hand me over?