Song I Can't Stop This Feeling Novels & Stories

—and now, all he had to offer me was a damn sorry? I lifted my chin, my voice like ice. "Don’t apologize, Mr. Costa. I wouldn’t dare burden the mighty Vincent with regret." If this had been before, Vincent would have exploded in anger, tearing me apart with words that cut deeper than knives, probably even had his bodyguards to punish me. But today? Today, he just looked desperate. Panicked. He reached for me again, but I shoved him away. "Please, don’t do this to me now, Giovanna," he pleaded, his voice raw. "I already lost my mother. I can’t lose you too."

"I was hoping you'd say that." They fell into step together, neither reaching for the other's hand. Not because either of them didn't want to but because neither wanted to rush what was becoming wonderfully natural. The evening air carried the last warmth of the day as the city settled into its familiar rhythm. Cars crawled through traffic. Cyclists threaded impossible gaps. Somewhere behind them a busker had started playing an acoustic version of an old pop song. Amelia glanced sideways at him. "How was work?" "Busy." "Liar."

**** Note: Song*- Homesick by Dua Lipa

“You got my heart on replay, replay (oh!) Can’t turn the volume down, no way. Every beat just pulls me back, Every rhythm keeps me trapped. I should walk away But you got my, got my, Heart on replay.” “I can’t.” Mel sings. “I won’t.” I sing. “I can’t forget.” Haz sings. “You’re the song I can’t delete.” We sing together. “You got my heart on replay, replay (yeah!) I try to move on, but you still play. Every beat just pulls me back, Every rhythm keeps me trapped. I should walk away — But you got my, got my, Heart on replay.

I want you to show me I wanna feel what love is I know you can show me (hey) Gotta take a little time Little time to look around me I've got nowhere left to hide Looks like love has finally found me In my life, there's been heartache and pain I don't know if I can face it again Can't stop now, I've traveled so far To change this lonely life I wanna know what love is I want you to show me I wanna feel what love is I know you can show me I wanna know what love is (I wanna know) I want you to show me (I wanna feel) I wanna feel what love is (I know, I know, and I know) I know you can show me Let's talk about love I wanna know what love is (Love that you feel inside) I want you to show me (I'm f

“Shopping like this and eating ice cream while walking in the street, this feels really like a vacation.” “Yes,” Dokyeom replied. “With the three of us being together, I feel like nothing can stop us now.” The three stopped and looked at each other. Then, they started singing loudly: “IF WE CAN BUILD THIS DREAM TOGETHER, STAND EACH STORM FOREVER, NOTHING GONNA STOP US NOW~ AND IF THIS WORLD RUNS OUT OF LOVERS, WE STILL HAVE EACH OTHER, NOTHING’S GONNA STOPS NOW.” “NOTHING’S GONNA STOP US! OHHHH WHOAAAA!” Dokyeom sang.

Lorenzo Blackwood called off the mating ceremony. The reason was that I had smiled at another male werewolf at the bonfire party. For the Alpha of the Moonlight Pack, his version of the silent treatment was almost laughably childish. He stopped bringing me with him and deliberately took his assistant Anna Reed's hand instead. He deliberately bid one million dollars on a ruby for Anna at an Imperial auction, then fastened it around her neck himself. He made a point of guiding Anna through hand-to-hand combat drills on the training ground, lingering far too close as he corrected her stance. He made a point of answering every word Anna said with endless patience while ignoring every look I sent

"But everyone says she was your unattainable love. Now that she's back, am I supposed to step aside?" "There was never any unattainable love. That was all made up. Stop overthinking it. You're the only one in my heart," Christian answered without hesitation. As he spoke, he flicked a glance at me. I had already closed my eyes. After more than 10 hours in the air, every part of me ached. The atmosphere between them made it clear there was no place for me in that car. Since that was the case, I might as well rest.

My knee split open too. He stood over Camille, shielding her, and looked down at me, his voice cold. "What's wrong with you? Have you lost your mind? Why did you touch her? Take it out on me if you want. Camille cried behind him, hands over her face. I sat on the ground and looked up at him. My palm and knee throbbed, a fine, spreading pain that made my whole body shake. But watching him plant himself between me and Camille, I suddenly stopped feeling any of it.

he affirmed. "But there's no music here," she pointed out. "I've got that covered," Ian said, producing his music player from his bag. Kim couldn't help but laugh, "Oh my God, you came prepared?" "Of course. Now, get up, and let's get ready." With the music filling the air, they moved in harmony to the tune of Ellie Goulding's "How Long Will I Love You." As the song concluded, Ian cupped Kim's cheek, gazing into her eyes. "How long will I love you?" he posed.