Song Of Trouble Novels & Stories

We were still in the middle of our banters when the song of death sounded in my ears. The smile on my face slowly disappeared, so was the joy in my heart. The ambulance has arrived.

He grabbed his phone and dialed the Brittania Star Name Registry. A voice, detached and impersonal, delivered the blow, "Sorry, the 'Jessica' star has fallen." His heart twisted in agony. "Stars didn't just fall, did they?" Desperate, he shouted, "I'll buy another—no, ten more! All named 'Jessica'!" However, the voice on the line regretfully informed him there were no stars left to name. The call ended as dawn crept across the sky. Barefoot, Anthony wandered the streets, the sharp stones biting into his feet.

Liang Xu came muttering something in her language and I went to help Jamie, clean up the mess I created while everyone fixated their attention on my mother-in-law. Suddenly, a hand clasped mine and dragged me away from the scene—silently and precisely. I was slammed against the wall, his brick-like chest crushing me. He grabbed my jaw, making me look at him. “You are a trouble… aren’t you?” he asked, his voice low and close. So close that if I took a sharp breath, our lips would meet. And I would hate that. “What are you going to do? Kill me?” I asked, and he pressed himself further against me, his body blocking my passage for air.

I didn’t expect him to walk out on me in a reaper way. “I knew you were in trouble when you held it in. Trouble, trouble, trouble...” Gugu sang earning my look of daggers. She wasn’t bothered and kept on singing, “Drowning, crying, drowning... Trouble, trouble, trouble...”

I vocalized more of the song once his grip loosened enough for my breath to escape. His dark eyes found mine as he began to fall under my trance and out of Remmi's. I sang the song, hugging him to me as his body fell from mine, going limb as his lifeforce slipped away. "I'm sorry, so so so very sorry. Please please, forgive me," I cried, resting my lips on his cheeks in an attempt to lessen the pain he was going through given his loud groans and the sweat forming on his forehead.

She could still hear Roman's conversation with the creepy man inside her head, wailing with a warning. Mia doesn't know whether to be disappointed or not. Fortunately, the creepy man is nowhere to be seen. Roman brings her to a shabby-looking resto-bar where he and his band play. It sounded like a joke when he first told her that but now, seeing him play the bass guitar with only music in his mind, he looks like just another normal twenty-two-year-old guy. Not someone owning a hidden gun and having whispered exchanges about a dead girl.

I asked, acting innocent. He rolled his eyes. “Let me remind you again. You’re not allowed to date guests or do anything inappropriate with them. If you need this job as much as you say, don’t forget that.” He knew I needed the job. Hell, I had been extremely lucky to get a job that paid that much. My sister Danielle was chronically ill with stage 2 Hodgkin’s lymphoma, a type of cancer, and we needed all the help we could get. The treatment was costing a lot. The family was struggling and every penny was important to us. Jeopardizing that job would be a recipe for disaster.

In this hidden realm, it was a duel of unspoken wills, a silent struggle woven with threads of destiny. A deep breath, an attempt to tame the tempest within, summoned a fleeting semblance of calm. Dangerous truths and precarious falsehoods teetered on the precipice of revelation. Kenru, an ally of honor and courage, but also a keeper of a truth that could shatter the very foundation of trust we shared. "I... I came across an injured soul," my voice, a mere wisp, ventured into the night, like a fragile ember defying the encroaching darkness.

As she said that, her voice started to take on a seductive hush to it. "I need it so badly, it's making me all frustrated. Mr. Turner... Daddy, please... Help me out just this once, okay?" Faced with a strikingly beautiful young woman throwing herself at me, my male instincts were already on the edge of taking over. With just a slight push, my mind would cross over the precipice of no return. But Shanine was Kerrigan's daughter, and Kerrigan made it clear that I was not to touch Shanine again! I was stuck in a difficult dilemma. What should I do?

Any more of that and she worried that an orgasm was in her near future. “A hunting accident gone wrong,” David answered in a low tone. “There was no indication that a winter storm was on its way. They were both great hunters and knew the area… That was until they were hit pretty badly and were left to die side by side in the middle of a snowstorm.” Wide-eyed, Lotte dared to finally reach out and place her hand on David’s lap in the same way that James had done to her. “That’s awful!”