Pretty Little Fears Lyrics Novels & Stories

Since when had I stolen someone else's man? Before I could fully make sense of it, his warning reached my ears. "I'm giving you one last chance. Don't let this happen again. If I call next time and you aren't here, you will face the consequences!" I wandered off in a daze. I was alone on the street when a sudden downpour arrived. I sank to the pavement, crying uncontrollably. What was I supposed to do now? … That night, something strange unfolded. Tiny, clustered red spots covered my skin. I felt sore all over and completely drained. Despite everything, I didn't dare approach Jerry. I caught a cab and rushed to a top hospital.

For a moment, I felt that putting a diamond ring on her finger wouldn't be such a bad idea. … After Cole fell asleep, Victoria quietly got up and headed to the basement. The dim room was filled with a foul, rotting stench. On the floor lay two figures—none other than the missing Carrie and Gabe. Admiring her freshly done nails, Victoria gave a casual command, "Begin." Two people stepped forward with tools in hand. Soon, the basement echoed with screams. Carrie and Gabe were subjected to inhuman torment, passing out from the pain, only to be splashed awake with cold water and dragged into another round of suffering.

My bottom is thrust up in the air and I feel extremely exposed. “There is something you need to know about me… I don’t just like punishing naughty girls. I like to punish well behaved little girls. I want you to be my good girl and I want to turn your ass red anyway. I want to see your big blue eyes fill with tears as you ask me why and beg me to stop… and then I want to fuck you until you scream.”

Leaving him, leaving this place, leaving behind the curse he had chained her to since the day she was born. The laughter from the other room grew louder, rough and vile, but she clung to her mother’s lullaby, finishing the verse in a voice steadier than she felt: “Hush, little one, the night is kind, Close your eyes, leave fear behind.” Only this time, she wasn’t closing her eyes; she was opening them. And as the night stretched before her, dark and endless, she knew one thing with a clarity that cut through the fog of fear:

I’m a tuning fork for chaos. "Lily…" Eira’s voice is a threadbare whisper, choked with terror. She’s pressed against the far wall, away from the spreading stain, but her small hands are clenched into fists, knuckles white. Her eyes aren’t blank with fear now. They’re wide, horrified, focused inward. On the nursery. On Eos’s other children. "The little ones… the garden… it burns. Inside them. The Blood… it sings to them. A bad song. They’re scared. They’re… changing." Her breath hitches, a sob trapped in the thickening air. "Can’t… can’t hold it back much longer. The song is loud. So loud."

The rest of them erupted in a cruel laughter, their malicious intent in the air. "Please... please don't come any closer." I stammered, my voice trembling with a mix of terror and desperation. "I just... I just want to go home." "Home is wherever we're at, baby." The third one sneered, his words a chilling threat. Their laughter intensified, sending shivers down my spine. "I can't remember the last time I fucked someone who looked as good as you... and I'll make sure you never forget this night." My fear escalated as I realized the horrifying truth: I was trapped, at the mercy of these three monsters. I tried to maintain my composure, but tears welled up in my eyes as I trembled with terror.

"Baba would require our help assuming that things turn out badly" "Better believe it, get your metal" ~~~ "Dread, No." Slimmy voiced out in dread. "Slimmy, Yes." Fear said in a deriding tone, taking a fast look at Slimmy. Hints of weapon positioning could be heard from various headings as Slimmy made a stride towards Fear. Slimmy ended and cautioned himself against making any further stride as clearly his cerebrum would be extinguished even before he got midway. He took a look at Delicate who was likewise looking powerless, the expression all over was one arguing for Slimmy not to squander his life. Slimmy brought down his head and hurled a murmur of sorrow. His eyes met Host's.

her mother said, showering her with kisses as she began to sing ; "In the darkness, I will be your light. My little baby, don't you cry tonight. Don't worry, my baby, I'm here for you. Everything is going to be alright, I'll see you through. In your eyes, my heart beats strong. In this world, we will face our fears." Brindle clung to the memory, her mother's soothing voice echoing in her mind. She continued to softly sing to herself, her voice trembling with tears streaming down her face... "But with love, we will dry our tears together. I'll sing this song, all night, all day long."

Sarah followed suit, like a chick, following the mother hen. “After them! Surround each corner; do not let them get away!” One of the officers yelled. All the officers retreated out of the room, their heavy footsteps echoing against the deserted hallway. I knelt down beside my father’s still form, his laboured breaths echoing in the dimly lit room. Panic gripped my chest as I pressed a trembling hand to his clammy forehead, feeling the feverish heat radiating from his skin. The room’s eerie silence was shattered by the distant wailing of sirens, growing louder with each passing second.

My grip tightened involuntarily at my sides as my eyes locked on her. No movement. no response. Just her, lying there, swallowed by smoke. “Arianna!” My voice broke out sharper this time, louder, urgent—no longer controlled. My heart hammered violently against my ribs as I rushed forward, the distance between us feeling too far, too slow, too late. For the first time in years, fear hit me clean and unfiltered.