روايات وقصص ضمن Romancing The Beat

I stared into his eyes, seeing my own pitiful reflection. "I...need the medicine." "No, that's not it." He shook his head. "Try again. Who do you need?" The pain was swallowing me whole. I clutched at his wrist, my nails digging in. "Please...the medicine..." "Say you need me." "I need you!" I screamed. "I need you, Francis! Give me the medicine! Please!" He wore a grin of triumph as he tipped two white pills into my hand and watched me swallow them. Then he kissed me, hard, his tongue tangling with mine, not stopping even when the pills went down. My clothes did not stand a chance; they were torn away in seconds.

But when the front door swung open, Camille wasn't the one standing behind it. Bryce was wrapped in my bathrobe, his eyes flickering with something almost territorial. The second he heard footsteps approaching behind him, though, he slipped right back into his wounded, helpless routine. "I didn't mean to come over, Miles. I got caught in the rain and Camille just let me use the shower, that's all." The excuse was so transparent it was almost insulting. A shower didn't explain the hickeys scattered across his neck and shoulders. Bryce noticed where I was looking and puffed out his chest, clearly pleased with himself.

They looked hyped up, already grinning like kids at a cruel circus. Beatrice stood with them, arms crossed, her sequin dress glittering like ice under the dim lighting. Her two loyal shadows, flanked her sides, whispering and smirking like they’d already won. “Took you long enough,” Beatrice said, tapping her heel against the floor impatiently. “Was saying bye,” I muttered, avoiding her eyes. Matteo gave me a half-hearted punch in the arm. “You ready for the grand finale, lover boy?” Mason chuckled. “Dude, the look on her face when you break it off? Legendary. And the fact we’ve got it on video? Iconic.”

POV: Ryuu My eyes stayed locked on Beatrice as she moved through the room, her presence commanding attention in a way that felt almost defiant. She carried herself with a confidence that was equal parts captivating and infuriating, her chin held high, her gaze steady, and her lips curved into a smile that hinted at secrets only she knew. Watching her maneuver through a room full of Morunagas—each more venomous than the last—was like watching someone walk a tightrope over a pit of snakes. And she made it look effortless.

Even if I am not so excited to dress up in these outfits, I will never get tired of studying the different outfits. The music shifts to a slow bass rhythm. I smile. This music I have become heavily addicted to. Their lyrics are about the total and all-consuming love and death as a redemption from the pain and I find it strangely romantic. And the rhythm even makes me feel sexy and naughty. "It's the new one with Zeromancer !" Sascha gets up and leads Oliver to the floor. "Come on, Little Red Riding Hood, let's get this place rocking". Mark laughs, dragging me after him.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

Hero was no exception to it. [Theo & Austin] You cannot fool yourself Deep down So you have to change yourself Keep up [Harlem & Ryuji] Desire like the sun that never sets Dream like the moon that never wanes I want to protect I want to save Like a guardian angel Aurelie could feel something urging her to move her feet and go with the flow of the music. As if she was born with this talent, but she has never danced before. She wasn’t even sure if she had any talent at all aside from working very hard.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.