Once Upon A December Lyrics From Anastasia Novels & Stories

I’ll finish the game first and come to the hospital later. The call disconnected. Each beep felt like something inside me breaking. When no one loves you, even dying wouldn’t matter to anyone. By the time I left the hospital, it was already evening. I called Ronan, wanting to talk about the divorce. He didn’t answer. Then suddenly my phone flooded with notifications from a group chat. I opened it. Brynn had posted a video. Ronan was at a karaoke bar named Nocturne, singing a love song to her.

“Yes, you can.” He pulled her up, and then he pulled her close as the music went on. A slower song from the eighties that he would struggle with to remember as they all seemed to sound the same, but this would be something to him and hopefully her. He brought her closer to him and held her in the darkness of the surrounding night swaying to the song. When it was over, he looked down at her face as her eyes were closed, and she looked at peace for a moment.

-ANASTASIA- I felt something soft on my face almost tickling me in my face. I opened my eyes, or well tried to open my quickly but ended up wincing as my head started to hurt like someone was hammering it from the inside. “Ana?” a husky voice reached me, I knew that voice wait that is Nathan’s voice.

and the inability of one of them to live without the other. Everyone dances a duet to the tunes of this music, with Levi holding Anastasia's waist in his middle with his hands, while they look into each other's eyes and dance happily to Levi whispering in her ears: When are we going to end this fuss? Anastasia frowned to speak: Why?..Are you not happy? Levi maliciously: as he points his eyes up: No, but I can't wait To finish his words with a wink to hit him lightly on the chest and speak shyly: pervert..

I wrapped my arms around his neck and crushed him with a kiss. The kiss I never knew I could give. Oh, how I miss the taste of his lips. Sweeter than ever. Fuck control. Fuck consequences. Fuck temptations. There's no stopping me now.

“That doesn’t count.” He chuckled, closing the space between them. “Alright. A proper goodnight kiss.” His lips claimed hers, hungry and tender all at once. His hand slipped to her waist, then lower, rubbing her curves as the kiss deepened until both were breathless. “Goodnight,” they whispered in unison before she finally slipped inside. --- Later, Anna sat at her desk, pen in hand, scribbling lyrics that had been simmering in her mind. Her voice hummed softly as the words took shape, the rhythm soothing her restless thoughts.

"I have something to do." She raised an eyebrow. "Don't keep me waiting too long." I smirked, then made my way to the DJ booth. A few words, a flash of cash, and the DJ nodded enthusiastically. The song I'd requested began to play, it was a slow, sensual rhythm. I walked back to Anastasia, offering her my hand. "Shall we?" She took my hand, her fingers warm against mine. We moved to the center of the dance floor, and the moment we began to move, everything else suddenly seem to fade away except for the music they's wrapped around us, the bass vibrating through the floor, through my body, through hers.

❤THEME SONG OF THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤CHILLS' BY 'WHY DON'T WE'❤ ❤QUOTE RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤️ Coat laying on the floor Long December nights are what I've been waitin' for Pull my hand close to the fire Shiverin', I'm shiverin', I can't stop Give me the look, you know the one I want I've been waiting for It's so cold, it's so cold, yeah

************* Anastasia's POV: Dancing in the arms of Christian was a memory I would never want to let go of. It felt so amazing, being in strong sturdy arms. I didn't know what song was being played, it could be fast or slow... I didn't know. All I knew at that very moment, is that we were in our on world. In our own little world of love. "Have I ever told you how much I love you." He mumbles in my ear, his tongue licking the outer part of my ear.

“Daughter of the Ocean, danger lurks. You must be strong.” Time froze. The assassins were suspended mid-air, motionless. A memory surfaced no, a melody deep in her bones. Anastasia opened her mouth and began to sing. A haunting, ancient tune. Time resumed but the assassins faltered, their eyes wide in terror. “The Death Siren’s Song…” one of them whispered, trembling. Anastasia kept singing. Each note resonated through the room, vibrating the very walls. As she reached the climax of the song, the Sirens cried out, their hands moving against their will.