Something Just Like This Lirik

"ฉันจะแต่งค่ะ" "หือ?" ไวซ์ครางอย่างประหลาดใจ ผิดคาดที่คิดว่าพรีมจะปฏิเสธการแต่งงานกับเขา "แต่ฉันอยากตกลงอะไรกับคุณก่อน" พรีมรู้ว่าเงื่อนไขที่เธอคิดไว้มันอาจจะเห็นแก่ตัว เพราะไวซ์เองก็คงไม่ได้อยากแต่งงานกับเธอ แต่เธอขอเลือกความรู้สึกของตนเองก่อน "ว่ามาสิ" เธอกัดริมฝีปากอย่างชั่งใจ และตัดสินใจว่าจะพูดมันออกไปให้จบๆ "ฉันอยากให้การแต่งงานเป็นแบบสัญญาแต่สัญญาของเรามีระยะเวลาแค่หนึ่งปี" "..." "คุณตกลงมั้ยคะ" พรีมสบตากับไวซ์อย่างคาดหวัง ขณะที่เขาตีสีหน้าเรียบเฉยจนมองไม่ออกว่าจะปฏิเสธหรือตอบรับข้อเสนอของเธอ ผ่านไปหลายวินาทีเขาถึงจะตอบว่า "ต้องนอนด้วยกัน" "คะ?" "ถ้าผมกับคุณแต่งงานกันแล้วแปลว่าคุณจะกลายเป็นเมียผม นอนด้วยกันก็คงไม่เป็นอะไรถูกมั้ย" "มันก็ใช่ค่ะ แต่..." ไวซ์เลือกพูดความต้องการของตนเองแทรกข้อแม้ที่พรีมกำลังจะหยิบยกมาโต้แย้งกับเขา "แต่ถ้าคุณไม่โอเค ผมก็ไม่แต่ง อย่างน้อยหนึ่งปีที่ผมเสียไปต้องได้อะไรกลับคืนมาบ้าง"

โซ่ แส้ กุญแจมือ มุมหนึ่งก็น่ากลัว แต่อีกมุมหนึ่งก็ให้ความรู้สึกตื่นเต้นอย่างบอกไม่ถูก "เห็นแล้วเป็นยังไง" ชายหนุ่มเดินมายืนซ้อนแผ่นหลังคนตัวเล็ก พลางโน้มใบหน้าลงไปกระซิบข้างใบหูของเธอ "น่าสนุกใช่มั้ย" "ร่างบางรู้สึกมวนท้องกับสิ่งที่ได้เห็น และเสียงแหบพร่าที่ได้ยิน ก่อนที่อีกฝ่ายจะยกมือขึ้นมาปิดตาของเธอไว้ "หลับตาแล้วปล่อยใจฟัง"

DEVIL'S CURSE ต้องคำสาป 'เขา' ผู้นั้นเคลื่อนไหวอย่างดุดันอยู่เหนือร่างของเธอ ในความฝัน รสจูบ และการเสียดสี สร้างความสุขสมเสียจนไม่อยากให้มันจบลง เธอจมดิ่งสู่ห้วงจินตนาการมาอย่างยาวนาน กระทั่งเสียงทุ้มกระซิบข้างหู "มีความสุขให้พอ เพราะมันเป็นวันสุดท้ายของเจ้า" ดังนั้นความสุขในค่ำคืนนี้เธอจะขอรับไว้ทั้งหมดเอง

Depois que tranquei a faculdade, meus pais não me pressionaram. Mas a amiga de infância do meu namorado, que sempre cultivou a imagem de ser uma pessoa superinteligente, me ligou. Eu estava ocupada aproveitando a vida no interior, cultivando uma horta, nadando no riacho, sem tempo algum para programar. Na vida passada, ela entregou, um dia antes de mim, um projeto de programação idêntico ao meu. Todos me insultaram, dizendo que eu era desavergonhada, acusando-me de plágio e fraude. Tentei me explicar, mas ninguém acreditou em mim. Depois, ela ainda fez lives, caluniando-me na internet, dizendo que eu praticava bullying no campus. Atacaram minha família nas redes sociais de maneira enlouquecida, meus pais, tentando fugir de perseguidores extremistas, acabaram sofrendo um acidente de carro e faleceram. Não suportando o golpe, saltei de um prédio alto, morta sem poder descansar em paz. Até o último instante, enquanto minha consciência se dissipava, eu não conseguia entender o que havia acontecido. Era claramente o fruto do meu próprio esforço, por que alguém conseguiu publicar antes de mim? Quando abri os olhos novamente, eu, Sílvia Simões, voltei para o dia anterior ao incidente do plágio.

I used to be so happy with my husband, Ian Shaw, until his first love got too drunk one day and was taken away by five strange men for an entire night. To protect her reputation, he told everyone that I was the one who was kidnapped that night. Everyone criticized me, calling the baby in my belly a child of shame. I questioned Ian hysterically, but he said nonchalantly, "Ruby isn’t married yet. People will laugh at her if the news spreads." I looked icily at the man I had loved for six years, shock taking over as I realized he had probably never loved me back.

I'm undressed and bound to a testing table when my family comes to pick me up. A thick, sharp needle pierces into my neck. A drug is administered into my blood, and the pain almost makes me lose consciousness. Behind me, I can feel a man's cold hands stroking my skin amorously. Before me, several people are staring at me. They point at me and treat me like an educational instrument. I tremble in fear and curl up on the testing table in pain. Three years ago, my brother sent me to Mykorra's war zone to stand up for Yvette Sanders. Those were the three most insulting and torturous years of my life. They burned away my hope for kinship but not my desire for survival. As the hands roam lower on my body, I bite my lip so hard that I almost draw blood. As the hands start to go overboard, someone knocks on the door. "Wendy Sanders, your brother is here for you."

After dating in secret for seven years, Mitchell Zahn decides to propose to me on the day his birthday album is officially released. But during the birthday party, he publicly invites Isabella Claxton, a composer and my sister, to work with him. I follow Mitchell to ask him for an explanation. That's when I hear him and his friends chatting and joking inside the lounge. "You're so loyal to your first love, Mitchie. You couldn't wait to ask her to work with you upon her return. What are you going to do about Gabriella, though? Will she accept how your relationship ends when she's written so many songs for you?" After a moment, another person laughs and says, "To Mitchie, Gabriella has always been a replacement for Isabella. Now that Isabella is back, her replacement has to go. Don't you agree, Mitchie?" I wait for a long time before hearing a soft sound of agreement.

The stench of silver dust filled the air, and every breath seared my lungs. My broken body lay twisted among the jagged rocks of the abandoned silver mine, where even the strongest werewolf would feel their strength waning. Beside me, my mate’s first love, Sophia, whimpered softly. A shallow scrape marked her knee. The tunnel was collapsing. Only two people could pass through the exit at a time. Lucas did not hesitate to scoop Sophia in his arms and abandon me. His golden eyes, once filled with unwavering loyalty toward me, now burned with something colder—indifference. I reached out, my fingers trembling as they grasped the hem of his clothing. My voice was hoarse with despair. "Lucas… please… don't leave me here." “I am your mate. I’m carrying your pups.” He glanced at me with a clenched jaw and broke free, shoving me back onto the silver-laced ground. Agony burned through my veins, consuming my soul like fire. “Are you serious, Ava?! After pushing Sophia into this damn abyss and getting her injured, you still dare to compare with her.” “You know what?! You deserve to be left here and reflect on your mistakes!” With that, he vanished into the light, and the tunnel collapsed behind him. His words cut deeper than silver ever could, and the last thing I heard before darkness swallowed me was the sound of their retreating footsteps.

Jessica came to her senses under the bed of her fiancé and good friend’s, regaining her IQ, and couldn’t go back ever since. The douchebag: “Jessica, prepare a birthday gift to celebrate my dad’s birthday.” “Sorry, now I am the chairman, it is him who should pay tribute!” Jessica’s scum girlfriend: “Jessica, can you let me host the marriage show?” “You said that you haven’t experienced the pure love, so don't even think about it!” Jessica tore off the fake masks of the scumbags’ and turned to a pair of ink eye pupils: “It does feel cool to slap others, but don’t forget what your identity is!” “What identity?" Christian Maddox held her waist lightly, his face without missing a beat: “You should ask the little prince in your belly...”

My grandfather is a nationally renowned inheritor of an intangible cultural heritage. Today, I'm supposed to attend a grand ceremony as his rightful successor. However, when I arrive, I see my father's adoptive daughter already standing on the stage. She's dressed to the nines. She holds an award and is giving a thank-you speech, looking moved. In the past, I would've left without saying anything or speaking up for myself. Too bad for her that I'd been reborn. The discrepancy between our statuses is so large that we're basically from different worlds. Yet she has the nerve to claim to be my grandfather's successor and put on a show with what is supposed to be my family's.