Not Throwing Away My Shot Lyrics Novels & Stories

Not to my enemies. Not even to myself. I threw back the last shot and reached for the bottle again. If I was going to burn, I’d burn with her name on my lips. If I was going to burn, I’d burn with her name on my lips. And if war was coming for her… then the devil would have to go through me first. I poured another shot. My hand trembled. Just slightly. Enough for me to notice. I stared at it — the tremor — like it had betrayed me.

And, of course, she blatantly tagged me. Pain crept through my chest. The background in her photo was the private ICU room the Langston brothers had once set up specifically for me. I quietly blocked her. Still trying to sound calm for Dad on the other end of the line, I said, "Aren't you happy that I'm marrying earlier? It means you get to have a grandchild sooner too." After this narrow brush with death, I was done chasing the kind of love that burns too bright and too fast.

Try me with your best weapon, Break me with your strongest blow, Stab me with your sharpest knife, Make me bleed till you heart enraptures. Keep repeating till you leave nothing of me Till I am brought down to ashes. But when you stop, When your hands worn out, When your happiness reaches the seventh cloud. Then will I play my Ace. Then will be my time to rise. To rise from my own ashes. Then will be my time to bring you as down as high you went.

Don't wanna lose you, no And you're so beautiful Don't wanna lose you, never ohhhh woahh no Every single day of my life I thank my luck stars." He came closer to me and hugged me. "Every time I disappoint you It's just cause I can't believe that you're so beautiful Stuck like a statue Don't wanna lose you, no. Stuck like a statue And you're so beautiful. Stuck like a statue Don't wanna lose you, no. Stuck like a statue." "When the day is said and done

FOUR YEARS LATER. ELIZABETH'S POV The music lyrics pounded in my eyes very loudly as I danced to the song. Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I shall die before I 'wake I pray the Lord my soul to take I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind They talk shit, but I love it every time And I realize I've tasted blood and it is sweet

I held on to the microphone and at the perfect instant, I jumped in making the lights go on - courtesy of Ryan’s professional team. ‘I’m sorry mom! I just have to do this!’ I said to myself in thought before I sang into the microphone. {MAKING USE OF SHANE FILAN’S – UNBREAKABLE THE NAME, TUNE, BEATS AND A BIT OF HIS LYRICS} • “He thinks it’s easy but he has no clue, of all the things she’s been going through. He’s the one she’s been waiting for, he’s the one. The only one.” • “I can’t, I can’t, can’t stop thinking about you every day and you can’t, you can’t, you can’t listen to all the shit they say.”

I needed shots to drown this shit out. 'Tequila, neat. Make it three,' I told the bartender, my voice steadier than I felt. The burn hit my throat like fire, chasing away the lump that had been building since I stepped off the elevator. One after another, I slammed them back, the world blurring at the edges. Music pulsed from the DJ booth, some upbeat remix that had couples swaying on the makeshift dance floor. Laughter echoed, clinking glasses, but it all felt distant, like I was watching from underwater.

*Bang* A single gunshot rang in the air, and I winced, trembling to my bones. “What the he.ll. I hope those fools aren’t wasting bullets. Do they think we get ammo at the thrift shop or flea market?” She hissed, getting off me, and a bit of relief rushed through me. “Don’t think you’re lucky. I’ll be back for part two, bestie.” She winked at me and sashayed out of the room.

Chapter 2- Shot! shot! Shot! shot! Shot! shot! *Natalia* I may be a little buzzed but I needed this I needed to forget that I was going to be a married woman by Friday to one of the most feared, ruthless leader in the mafia world. I go to the bar and order some more tequila knowing I was going to feel this in the morning I didn't give a shit my life was ending. the bar tinder sits out six shot glasses then fills them up nova comes swaying towards me and holds the counter for balance.

We all shot forward, screaming “No!” ***** UNEDITED