Say Something Lyrics Christina Aguilera

 “Now that I’ve gotten alcohol inside you," he says, "perhaps you can tell me why you’re stalking me.” “I came to seduce you, Mr. Hart." --- On the evening of my boyfriend's twenty-fifth birthday, I caught him kissing my cousin sister. The selfish prick dumped me. He chose her. After everything we've been through together. Now I must have my revenge. Mike stole my heart and betrayed me with my own cousin. They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and I can feel that fury igniting within me. Mike took what mattered to me, and now, I’m going to take something equally valuable to him. Yes, Mike’s father. His single and very rich father. The only person Mike cares about other than himself.  I’ll steal his father’s heart. And I’m going to ruin Mike. Let the game begin.

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

A dark and gloomy villa stood in the middle of the barren landscape, hidden from sight by a perched hedge. It was phenomenal and spectacular, but it makes it appear to have succumbed to a sullen and ominous atmosphere, both inside and out. A lanky hedge and gnarled shrubs give off the impression that the house has indeed been overlooked. The rainstorm seeping from the sewer pipes made the place appear miserable and dispirited. Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping. People have claimed that the residence was plagued by the witch who died there, but there has been no tangible evidence to substantiate their claims. It was even widely speculated that the villa was venomous and mowed down the leaves of trees that come into direct contact with its concrete pillars. People also construed a terrifying presumption that whoever tries to enter the house will never make it out alive because there is something inside that you would never dare to see with your very own eyes. Whatever was real or not, it was unmistakably foreshadowing, exponentially cold and savage at a hundredth of a thousand glances. A breathtaking doll sat competently on a rocking chair inside the house. Waiting complacently for someone brave and heroic enough to unravel the abominable and ghoulish mystery and paradox behind her enchanting, spine-chilling smile.

Aurora Clark is a seventeen-year-old teen who shifts to New Orleans. She makes new friends at her new university and falls in love with Jacob on their first meeting. Soon, she finds New Orleans mysterious when the students at her university are getting murdered one after another. On a random night, a vampire attacked her and tried to drink her blood, but Jacob came and saved her. She stepped back as soon as she saw Jacob shifting into a wolf; she gulped in fear because she didn't know he was a wolf. Jacob turns towards her, and she screams and pins herself to the wall. "Don't come close to me!" she panicked. When Jacob tried to say something, it came out as a growl, but in response, she was scared and fainted unconsciously. He stepped close and grabbed her in his arms, looking at her beautiful face. She totally fits in his arms like a baby doll. Will she accept him after truly knowing him?

I am forced to become the slave of a cruel, dark, and powerful dragon prince from the Raven clan. A misunderstanding pushed my already miserable life into hell. He used me, bullied me, and made me his slave. I cannot live like this, but he will never let me die either. His obsession with me is scary. My misery will make his day. But something changed, and so so did he. The intensity of his obsession increased. He is Raphael Raven. He is a prince. My name is Valarie and I am nobody. This is our story. A time when Dragons rule the world. A place where humans are deemed as silent spectators and have no say in anything. In that world and time, a dark prince is born, to make a place in history, and write his story in blood. "Please, don't " she begged him. "If you think that your innocent act would melt my heart, then you are mistaken. Now strip " Raphael growled, which made her jump with fright.

What if Cinderella's mother didn't die from an illness? What if her father found a way to delay death at a very costly price? What if the delayed death of her mother and the later passing of her father changed Ella from the ways of her up bringing. What if I named this story 'What if' since it's literally a big What if. Trix Williams needs to recreate a famous fairytale story to get some extra credit due to her not do scholarly extracurriculars. She must write an adaptation of a story if her choosing but the only problem is Trix doesn't know what to write. Seeking some clarity Trix asks on of her good friend to give her something to help. And let's just say after the first hit, she started having trouble separating fantasy from reality. Follow Trix as she ventures into her own imagination, on a journey of self discovery. Tricksters are born from chaos, are they not? Or maybe it's the other way around......

Zoya Agrawal is a coy, silent, innocent girl who abides by her parent's rule and shakes her head to their will. Renzo Matteo De Luca is the head of the most feared Italian Mafia. --------------------------------------- "Don't give bloody excuses" I was barking at the man who was indebted to me. "You were supposed to pay me back before two months". "Please forgive me Matteo, I will try to pay you back within a month" he pleads. There is a soft knock on the door,he looks back at me, I give him permission and sat back on the chair. " Dad i have to discuss something with you,its really important " I heard a beautiful voice say.I turned the chair to look the owner of the voice and I felt the air being knocked out of me. "You dont have to pay me back instead I want to marry your daughter" I say after he returns. He looks at me for a second and slowly nods his head. Who knew my journey to India would turn like this????

Not so fast blue eyes,what did I say about disobeying my orders? he asked with an angry face as he move closer to her his voice dangerous and possessive I try to defend myself but the look he gave me made me zip whatever that want to come out off my mouth up. I'm going to punish you blue eye,you are mine and you belong to me alone,why will you wear something Skippy for other male to stare at? Strip!! ...... His name is Lorenzo, a devil incarnate that kill without mercy,he owns the mafia world,his name scream fear . Just one encounter with selena and he became obsessed calling her his but what happen when she is too pure for the kind of world he owns...can a Catholic sister blend into the mafia world? Selena who has worship God all her life and raised in a righteous way. What happen when she gets entangled with the most deadliest mafia lord? Will she be able to change this sinner?

The eighth time I proposed to Jason, he shut me down cold and indifferent, just like all the times before. He said he needed more time, and I was ready to keep waiting. However, out of nowhere, I saw a post on social media. He and my sister went and got their marriage certificate. When I confronted him, Jason was perfectly calm. "Tessa is pregnant and needs to avoid stress. Stop causing trouble for no reason!” Both were wearing wedding rings in the photo. Her baby bump was already starting to show. Something inside me just went quiet. I gave the post a like and left a comment. [Wishing you a lifetime of happiness and love!] A year later, Jason came to see me. He looked tired and defeated, asking to get back together. By then, I was already visibly pregnant. Before I could say a word, his best friend stepped forward with a smile and pushed him back. “Come on, man. The baby’s almost here. My wife already has a husband. She does not need a backup.”

They say fated mates are sacred, practically unbreakable. But Aiden wasn’t mine, and I wasn’t his. That didn’t stop me from loving him like he was the last man left in this cursed world. He swore he didn’t need a bond to love me. Said it was pure. Said he’d love me unconditionally. Said he’d choose me—always. But now he’s in our bed, moaning another woman’s name like a prayer. Wearing a forbidden pendant laced in black magic—magic strong enough to block the mate bond so I wouldn’t feel the betrayal. Too late, Aiden. I felt it. Like a dagger slicing straight through my soul. And just as I hit rock bottom, he shows up. A young, enigmatic Alpha—feared, powerful, far too young for me. Alpha Damon. He’s asking questions about illegal mate bond magic. Magic my husband used to cheat without consequences. Magic that ties back to a dark conspiracy. Turns out, my perfect little marriage is just the rotten tip of a magic-smuggling empire. Damon wants my help. Needs me close. Says I’m the only one who knows enough to crack this wide open. But every time he says my name, something in me stirs, something I swore was long dead. I shouldn’t want him. I couldn't him. He’s too young. Too dangerous. Too…everything. But goddess help me—he’s the first man who’s ever looked at me like I wasn’t something broken. Like I wasn’t disposable. Like I was worth fighting for.