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His eyes had already gone red, but he stubbornly refused to let the tears fall. He only asked in a hoarse voice, "Serena, are you serious?" She nodded. With that answer, Luca turned and left. His back stayed straight, but he stumbled at the corner. That day, Serena became Adriano's caged canary. She was imprisoned in a villa, humiliated in every degrading way imaginable, and filmed in compromising videos that were pushed to the top of trending searches. Whenever the pain became unbearable, she would bite down on the corner of her pillow. Her tears soaked through it over and over again. She did not dare scream. The more she screamed, the more it excited Adriano.

Claudia felt a little happy feeling the sincerity in his voice. "I can't tell you on the phone or right now. Just pray that I succeed and everything goes well. My life and future really depends on it" Alexander said. "Alright son. I'll pray for you" Claudia replied and hung up. She felt happy even though she did not know what Alexander was up too but she was certain that it was indeed something worth while and a smile crept on to her face.

"Now, no overthinking! Twenty questions. Quick fire. I'll start. Favourite colour?" "Okay, I'll bite," he chuckled, picking up a dessert spoon. "Red. My turn. Favourite band?" "The Backstreet Boys," I replied instantly, without a shred of shame or hesitation. "Wow. Really? Okay..." he laughed, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "I can work with that." He pulled his phone from his pocket, tapped the screen, and connected to the smart speaker on the kitchen counter. "Alexa, play 'I'll Never Break Your Heart' by the Backstreet Boys."

It will only be just me. ONLY ME!!

On his way to Ryder's house, he went through his playlist on his phone and felt that the amount of heavy rock and upbeat catchy songs with depressing lyrics was way bigger than when he last checked. Where are the love songs?!!! This one.... No, it's about depression. This one? No, it's about insomnia. What about this? The lyrics: "You're my heaven/And I'm your hell." "..." Nope. Uuu, this one. The lyrics: "You got the lights on in the afternoon

Only forward. Only into the storm.

Unavailable means he plays nice with them but there was no strings attached. Levi admitted he’s young and sexually active but his future was more important. He wants to make his grandmother and his best friend proud. The two are the one family he has. What is love anyway? He often reminded himself that. As long as he has the most important people in his life, I doesn’t need anyone else. *** "Did you hear?" Levi overheard one of his female classmates ask another in the classroom after lunch was over. "Hear what?" A classmate asked back. He wasn't one to eavesdrop to other people's conversation but the next thing he heard roused his curiosity.

One girl wore white, another blue, another green, Candy wore red, and Paige wore black. According to the arrangement, they would each sing a different verse, with all of them taking one song. They were to sing until the last verse. They would then start from the beginning. This way, they would be able to determine the top two among them. Paige had no doubt that she would be among the best, especially since Zach had told her she had an amazing voice. She was placed at the end, and they were going to sing one after the other. She could even hear some people in the crowd asking, "When did the Spark Girls become five? I thought they were four. What happened? What happened?"

(Title: Heroes tonight) "I'm walking alone, the streets are empty.. The only thing I can see is my own silhouette.. I'm getting stronger, step by step.. The clock is ticking but there's no time for regrets.." Nica smiled bitterly as every lyrics of the song lingered in her heart. Eventually, she chuckled because the singer seemed to know her and how she was always alone. "I've been flying from town to town.. From London to Taiwan... I've been all around the globe.. Trying to protect your soul.."

"POINTLESS. CEASE." It raised its baton higher, preparing for a final, obliterating stroke. But we weren't done. From the silent woods, a new sound cut through. A howl. But not a howl of grief. A howl of recognition. Of a song half-remembered. It was raw, off-key, and utterly, devastatingly alive. Lyra. She was singing. Not to the moon. To her pack. To Karn’s silenced form. A wordless song of homecoming and loss, woven with the new strength she’d found. It was specific. It was hers.