Silence Lyrics #khalid Meaning

Love they say is blind and makes one do stupid things. That seems to be the case for Kira as the story unfolds how she gives her time, skills and even goes as far as endangering her life for the world nastiest millionaire Damian Willows, who unable to handle the fact that a lowly woman like Kira had swept him off his feet at their first encounter, treats her fecklessly. Just when Kira was about to give up on love, a deal is struck by her dear Damian, in a bid to protect his image and reputation, and she finds herself in the conclaves of a deadly drug baron, worth billions of dollars. In the unlikeliest of ways, he teaches her the true meaning of love. Just when she begins to accept Don's love, her first love soon wants her back.

"She loved him with all of her, But he was too oblivious to her shining light that instead drew someone else in, Someone who's been meaning to find light all his life if not for all of eternity" She had no love life to begin with but she made a living out of making people fall for each other hopelessly with just a snap of her fingers. Years of yearning to somehow be seen by Jason Faux, her multi-millionaire, playboy of a best friend as more than just a friend, Justine Bell ends up crossing paths with the enemy. Only to follow him into the dark depths of lies, secrets and manipulation she never thought existed in her world of skyscrapers and billboards. Loosing Justine to the darkness of his own world, will Jason be able to resist his instincts and leave Justine to the hands of the enemy?

Anastasia Blomqvist isn’t the typical billionaire heiress and everyone loves reminding her. She’s not glamorous like her sisters; she runs the beauty empire from a desk while they chase the spotlight. No parties, no men, just work… and her cat. But when her family won’t stop meddling in her love life, Anastasia decides to handle it like a real businesswoman. By hiring the perfect fake boyfriend. Bram Kent. Ex-hockey star, devastatingly handsome, extremely charming and newly broke. The deal is simple: family dinners, public appearances and no real feelings. Until Bram starts going off script. Flirting harder and getting closer than anticipated. He starts changing her life without meaning to. And somewhere between the act and the attraction, Anastasia starts to wonder: Are we still pretending?

After witnessing the death of her parents at the age of six, the abduction of her sister and surviving a hit-and-run accident during her freshman year, Alyssa Brawns ends up using a walking cane for her entire life. She tries to find meaning in her present but gets involved in something she shouldn't have and now, she is one ticket away from gracing the world with her funeral. Someone is out to kill her and her sole suspect is the leader of one of the biggest mafia organizations in the state who has no plans of leaving her alone. ‎However, everything she believes in goes down the drain when truth resurfaces, but that's not the only thing which does. Warning: This book is a dark romance that contains a lot of violence, use of language, gory details, steamy/sexual scenes and sexual tension. ‎

Sapphire Megan, a spoiled brat and a party goer. Being the only girl, the youngest, and always treated as a princess. She always gets what she asked for. She lives the life that everyone dreams to have, her almost perfect life. But what if one night would ruin that royalty life she has? That one night mistake would open the gates of reality to her life as she met Clyde Malcolm, that was arranged marriage to her. Clyde Malcolm is known as a walking red flag, everyone knows about that for how ruthless he is with women, a heartless man. After getting what he wants, he will just leave you dumped and act innocent as if he never met you. What will Clyde bring to her life? Will she experience hell with him or will he give another meaning to her life?

Nicole Evans never asked to be followed. She never asked for eyes in the dark, for a man like Vane to orbit her life with silence and devotion sharp enough to wound. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. It waits. It watches. It becomes inevitable. What began with missing men and shadows on rooftops soon unraveled into something far more intimate—an assassin who couldn’t let go, and a woman who, piece by piece, stopped trying to make him. As friends vanished and her world narrowed, Nicole found herself drawn toward the very thing she feared most—not out of love, but recognition. In his violence, there was something terrifyingly tender. In his silence, something that listened more closely than anyone else ever had. Theirs is not a love story in any ordinary sense. It’s a descent—a long, slow collapse into dependency, into surrender. A story told in bruises and shared tea, in blood and in stillness. A quiet unraveling that doesn’t end in escape, but in a house by the sea, where memory lingers and echoes never fade. Some stories don’t ask to be understood. Only remembered.

"A tortured love story tangled in betrayal, generational secrets, and the haunting pull of the past. Yvette, a woman marked by tragedy, finds herself drawn to Tristan—a man with shadows of his own. When an invisible network begins targeting her gifted younger sister, Yvette is forced into a war she never asked for. With each buried truth revealed, love becomes as dangerous as the silence trying to consume them all."

A three-year prison sentence couldn't break her. A ruthless family couldn't silence her, her boyfriend's betrayal didn't break her. Now she's married to his father, a powerful man who promises to help her reclaim her mother's company. Will Lexi Thompson's quest for revenge destroy everything she's fighting for or will she find justice before it is too late?

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

During a long holiday, my husband booked flights for a family vacation. On the way to the airport, I suddenly saw numbers appearing on everyone’s head. The numbers on my husband’s head indicated sixty years, but my parents and I had only six hours indicated on our heads. While I was puzzled over the meaning of those numbers, I noticed that the driver next to us only had six seconds indicated over his head through the car window. Five… Four… Three… Two… One. When the number turned zero, a massive truck immediately rammed into the car next to us. I saw flickers of fire, flesh and blood exploding before my eyes. People were screaming for help, but I could not hear anything. I trembled as cold sweat drenched my entire body. It was because my flight would be taking off in six hours.