Of Arms And The Man I Sing Mga Nobela at Kwento

His voice is warm, familiar, like an old song I still know the words to. I nod. The tension that used to choke me is gone. We work side by side. He carries the heavy boxes without being asked. His arms flex under his T-shirt, and I catch myself staring for half a second before I look away. Sophie teases him mercilessly. He laughs in that easy way he always did.

I stop myself from being carried away by his gaze. I stood up and turned my back on him but he followed me and continued to sing. "I just need you to know girl I don't wanna run away, baby your the one I need to night." What baby?! I'm not your baby shutangina! "No promises Baby now I need to hold you tight I just want to die in your arms Here tonight." It's still afternoon, not night, so if you want to die, don't die in my arms! You better be with Dave!

The man we just met was Alexander's worst enemy? How dangerous was he? Because if he stood as a threat to Alexander, he was definitely dangerous. I said nothing else as I walked quietly with him to the dance floor. As I rested my hand on Alexander's shoulder, his warm fingers wrapped around my waist, drawing me into the rhythm of the waltz. The music swelled, and we moved as one, our bodies swaying in perfect harmony. The glittering chandeliers above cast a dazzling glow. I tried focusing my gaze on the chandeliers instead of his eyes.

he whispered, offering his arm. Adeline took a deep breath and placed her hand on his arm, feeling a jolt of electricity as his fingers wrapped around hers. ***

I bent forward a little like I was praying, my hands resting on the edge of the kiosk for balance, and pushed my ass back harder. The thick ridge of his cock slid right along the crack of my ass. I kept singing, voice steady even though my thighs were starting to shake. “Songs of praises, songs of praises, I will ever sing to Thee…” His other hand slammed down on the kiosk beside the first. I saw the tendons stand out in his inked forearms. His breath was hot and ragged against the back of my neck. He kept preaching, voice carrying out over the organ, but it had a rough edge now.

I try to get up to my feet, but the iron collides with me, this time with so much force that my body hits the ground flat. I couldn’t move; the ringing in my ears was loud and the metallic taste in my mouth was evident. Finn is above me, grinning from ear to ear like a maniac, his eyes locked on mine. I look around, but my vision is blurred, and the only thing I can make out is the audience screaming and cheering loudly. He’s about to hit me one more time when a huge body slams into him and sends him flying. I try to look into the man’s face, but my vision is fading… I only remember his scent—it’s the same one from outside the dome.

He stepped on the stairs and took the microphone from his friend and began singing the Rock song. “The light a tí pray and adore Will betray a tí at some point The only chance is to find How to sell tu soul A desperate man in search of dark The ilimitadas power of night An overwhelming of the evil un A taste of blood can Cambiar all With all of my might And all of my wrath Humankind will downfall,” he sings while thinking about the woman. “Woh,! Party,!” his friends were shouting dancing on the floor with the woman. TO BE CONTINUED…

Woman; Am the garden you are the farmer. Am your garden...... Man; Am the man for the planting Am the man for the weeding Am the man for the irrigating And in the end girl am gonna be harvesting you. I take my time no more rushing Way you wyne your a blessing. Everytime again and again l should be leading Because am your number one. Am not a scum of man and its no debating. In the end am gonna be your best friend.

“You just have to fight, okay? Remember what you promised me…me and you against the world, today, tomorrow, forever.” His fingers twitched again and face seemed to settle further, but that broke me all over again, because those eyes weren’t twinkling, he wasn’t razzing me back. I leaned closer, lowering my voice like I used to when he was sick as a child. “I’m right here Rems. I’m not going anywhere.” I sang for him then. “In the arms of the angel…” My voice trembled at first, then steadied as the melody wrapped around us, soft and aching and full of promise.