Song Wrapped In Red Novels & Stories

Killian pouted. "What Why?" "Please, please, please! I already chose the song for us!" "What song?" "We Don't Talk Anymore by Charlie Puth and Selena Gomez," Killian smiled. "Okay, so I should sing Selena’s part?” Juliette asked. "Yup. Your voice is sweeter than mine." Killian smirked. "Smooth like a snake," Juliette rolled her eyes. "Okay, but just this time. It's your channel category, not mine. You decided you wanted to sing on YouTube,"

“Let me get the image from her mind. Don’t push her or she’ll die before I can extract it.” I clench my fists but back off. I want to scream at this woman, demand answers. But Bella’s right. She kneels opposite me and presses her hands to the Red One’s temples. A wave of thick incense fills the air—so strong it nearly chokes me. Bella shudders and collapses backward. Gregory catches her before she hits another corpse. The Red One turns to me. “Mate?” she asks. “Yes,” I say. My voice is hoarse.

He narrowed his eyes at her, then gathered the cards and began shuffling them again. “I know what you want if you win, but if I win…I think I want you to sing for me.” She watched as he fumbled his shuffling again, this time he managed to hold all the cards together. “I don’t sing,” he told her with a frown. “I don’t care how you sound,” she insisted. “If I win, you sing I am woman by Helen Reddy. Oh yeah, on the deck and in the buff.” “You want me to sing to you, completely starkers on deck? You were worried about people seeing you get spanked, but it’s alright if people see me naked and singing?”

I watch the guys as they walk towards their own instrument and this is all too surreal because they are really going to play for me. I watch as Hugo fix the sling over his shoulder before he moves his lips closer to the microphone, “This is one of our best songs back in the day. We hope you sing with it. This is Wherever You are. Two three four.” Just like how I used to watch him on YouTube do his thing during concerts. “You say you love me.” Hugo begins to sing as his eyes darted at mine. “You say you care. And when you’re with me, my future’s there.”

It felt like they didn't know themselves anymore. “Hey guys!” Hail, Claude, and Magnus altogether greeted the four young lads. “Call Chairman Sun right now, Hail. Tell him to come here,” Jet frustratedly requested Hail. “Wait, wait. What’s the matter? Why are you so angry?” Silas and Saint showed the album they are holding. “The Red Woods Royal Album? Where did you find it?!” Claude exclaimed before rushing to his brothers to have a closer look. His eyes glistened with the one-of-a-kind artifact he is seeing right now.

What fucking bullshit is the Shit Witch going to throw at me now? “Bum bum bum bum. Painting the roses red. We’re painting the roses red. We dare not stop, or waste a drop. So let the paint be spread. We’re painting the roses reeeed. We’re painting the roses red. Oh, painting the roses red. And many a tear be shed, because we know, they’ll cease to grow. In fact, they’ll soon be dead. NOOOOO… And yet we go ahead, painting the roses red. Painting the roses red. We’re painting the roses red.” A trio of voices sang as I saw shadows of you guess it PLAYING CARDS! “OH FUCK NO! I’ll kill them all!” I clenched my hands into fists, pocketing the watch for the moment.

He freaking wrote a song for me. Actions. Harry is not all talk. Zion’s voice echoes through my ears and it makes me smile. Harry started plucking strings of the guitar for his intro and it gave me old school vibe from it, “Same lips red, same eyes blue. Same white shirt, couple more tattoos. It’s not you and it’s not me. “ I watch how he lick his lips before continuing to sing, “Taste so sweet, look so real. Sounds like something that I used to feel, but I can’t touch what I see.”

The note read: "Please stream these songs: B.E.D by Jacquees; Sorry by Sir Remmy; Sorry by Frescool; Beauty Doesn't Cry by Jacquees." "Every man got principles, and I'm a man." I muttered unconsciously. "You talking to me Mr.?" "Nah! I was, just singing along." "Okay. You love the songs?" "Sure. Um! Just stop at the red building over there." "Alright!" "Thanks! How much?" "A thousand Dila, you know we traveled through the longest distance?"

Inside was a custom-made red wedding dress. "Do you remember what you said when you were little? That you wanted to wear a red wedding dress and marry me? I had this made in advance. Do you like it?" he asked gently. In this world, Salvatore was probably the only person who would ever give me a red wedding dress. My throat tightened. "Salvatore… You remembered wrong. I don't like wedding dresses, and I don't like the color red." The nuns at the orphanage once told me they had found me outside a bridal shop.

“It’s a 6/8 count, 8 bars that repeat. Can you follow?” He nods as he begins to pay, his fingers deft and light. I slowly layer the melody on top of his notes and smile up at the audience. “I wrote this song for my lady wife. I would like to sing it for you all now.” The entire tavern--ladies and knights, dragons, ogres, and pirates all collectively sigh. “I call this song, Carnelia, after the great golden queen of the Sun Dragons.” “She glides on wings of golden light Like none have ever seen,