Novel & Cerita No One Else Can Speak The Words On Your Lips

Someone finally spoke what everyone was thinking: “She doesn’t need a voice. Her actions spoke louder than your lies.” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Don’t talk to me about innocence when you took it from someone else.” I couldn’t breathe. My mouth opened, but no words came out.

I am no one's property. The End♡

“When the world knows who you belong to, I won't need to fight so hard.” Words eluded me. My throat suddenly went dry. “Deal. Or not?”

A year and he still possesses the power to knock all my sanity from my body in one touch. “Fuck, Shit, I mean fiddle sticks.” I gaze at Ever-Lee’s smiling face. “Never speak those words.” I give her, her first life lesson, to not curse. “Those are bad words.” A warm smile pulls on my face as she grips my finger. *** The day’s end couldn’t come faster, minutes turned into hours, hours of agonizing pain. I want to see him again, I can’t stop thinking of his words, it's playing in my head over and over again. You, it has always been you.

You feel the shivers go up and down your spine for me Make you cry for me When I put my lips on you I hear your voice echoing all through the night for me Baby, cry for me When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you You feel the shivers go up and down your spine for me Make you cry for me When I put my lips on you I hear your voice echoing all through the night for me Baby, cry for me Baby, when I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips

no one All Hearts !!

“At the end, your downfall is written on my hands. And no one can stop it.” "No one, not even god."

To find her, find what repels you to the T, There will only be that one chance for thee, Use it wisely, for there will be no plea. Once you know her, you will know the key, Making her yours might give you glee, Mark you may her, mark you may her be. As many times as they had repeated those words, they still made no sense to me. I was not sure if they wanted to say something to me or not. And then, out of nowhere, just like that, they stopped, their words disappeared, and all that one could hear was fighting and screaming in the background.

She tried to blow it off, but her mind betrayed her. Her lips betrayed her, parting open as if ready to protest but failing to let out words. She tried to tell him not to be so touchy when there were others around. But all her attempts came out wrong, like a cry for help. The only argument her mind could make up was, “there are people here.” And her lips delivered the sheepish words in the meekest tone ever. To that his response would always be, “so?” To which she was unable to formulate any other argument. She wanted to talk, but her lips betrayed her.