Song My Name Is Luka Lyrics Novels & Stories

A low, bass-heavy R&B track began to throb through the high-end speakers, the lyrics explicit and the rhythm a slow, grinding beat. "Like the music, Emma?" Luca asked, a dark smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He shot me a sidelong glance, his eyes hooded. "It’s a preview. I’ve been thinking about this drive all week. About having you trapped in this seat where you can’t run away from me." "I’m not running," I whispered, shifting in the seat as the vibration of the car and the music started to work on my nerves.

I could only faintly force out, "Z-Za-n-e…" "Raina? Are you calling me?" he asked. Then, I heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock. It seemed Zane was going to open the cellar door. Was I about to be saved? But just then, Moira's saccharine voice halted Zane's actions. "Mr. Wade, the baby and I miss you." I was so close! Filled with urgency, I tried to scream again. But sure enough, even after channeling all the warmth I had left in me, I could only push out one syllable.

“Dad, please!! Somebody please!!” Adrianna cries, her voice shattering against the walls of the study. Her body trembles under Wade’s weight, her arms weak against his chest. Panic claws through her throat, stealing her breath. If this happens—if Wade does this to her—something inside her will break forever. Her tears burn hot as her lips part in a whisper, a desperate plea escaping her trembling mouth. “Victo-rriaaa!! “Lance…” The name slices through the air like a blade. Wade stills, his smirk faltering. For a second, his pride flares—how dare she call another man? His expression hardens, then twists into mocking amusement.

"You took a job making deliveries, and now you're working as a cleaner? Are you trying to piss me off? You, of all people, Celia?" Emma exclaimed, her voice so loud that it drew gazes from those around us. Even the lemon-flavored water in the glass she was holding shook a little.

The crowd's expression goes from shock to an instant energy boost as they cheer and bounce around to the music. "But you don't really give a shit // You go with it, go with it, go with it // 'Cause, you're fucking crazy rock-n-roll." My eyes trail to Marcus, who's just as shellshocked, if not more. Grinning, I look him right in the eyes as I sing the next bit, "You said, 'Hey, // What's your name?' // It took one look // And now we're not the same // Yeah, you said, 'Hey', // And since that day // You stole my heart // And you're the one to blame."

“There’s no more fear inside….. I threw my heart in the Fire I’ve never fallen from higher But I’m still here ……” (Please Note: These lyrics belong to the song I’m Still Here – (by Jem and the Holograms Soundtrack) I finish my song, suddenly the sound of people applauding reach my ears, breaking me from my state of euphoria… After talking to a few people afterwards, I begin to pack up my things. I’m crouching down, busy putting my guitar in its case, when I suddenly still, a familiar scent hitting me…

It took a few coughs to clear it out, giving me an opportunity to clearly observe the owner of the voice. Alpha. I look away. I wonder if I should finish the rest of the sandwich or put it down. “Good. Since it’s going to be your last meal. You first, then your friend. I’m afraid the time has come.” His grin wasn’t as accentuated as before.

The lyrics swim through my cerebral cortex like a wakeful dream, making me remember those times that I’m with him. Under the moonlight, staring at you Sitting alone on the bench next to yours Hands inside the pockets Wanting to ask your name My vision became blurry. I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. Flashbacks of those times that I’m with him replayed in my memory like a movie. ‘What’s your name?’ The line that I wanted to ask But my mouth couldn’t open to speak Because I’m just a boy

Simon looked at the woman. “I think I know you,” they said. “You’re Ella’s uncle.” “You are Ella’s co-worker,” they said together. “Yes, it’s me,” they said simultaneously. They stared at each other and laughed. “Sorry about last time, sir. When I ran into you, I wasn’t on my own,” said the woman. “By the way, I’m Luna, Luna Montes.” Luna reached for Simon’s hand. Simon accepted immediately. “My name is Simon González,” said Simon. “You mustn’t call me either, sir.”