Song Wrapped In Red Mga Nobela at Kwento

The pendants were fastened with golden hooks and secured with four-colored ribbons. The grand sash was woven in red, white, azure, and green. Rafael's tall, slender frame made him appear even more imposing and dignified in this luxurious attire. Carissa still needed to lightly brush her eyebrows and apply a touch of powder. Even with her naturally stunning beauty, it wouldn't do to face the day without any makeup. Once she was fully dressed and groomed, Carissa was escorted out by Lily, Lulu, and her other attendants. Carissa asked about Ryan first. Upon learning that he hadn't risen yet and that Joy was attending to him, she felt at ease.

] [Guess what Anthony is up to now? A GIF popped up on the screen. There was Anthony, dressed to the nines, crouched down tying Linda's shoelaces. The cufflinks at his wrists were the ones Jessica had chosen for him. Her palm, which had healed, bled anew as she clenched her phone. The ringtone pierced the silence. It was Simon again. "Ms. Sullivan, ever the firecracker. If you'd been a bit more observant, you might've noticed the marriage certificate was a fake from the start."

My first song was about someone who had a bad day at school, mirroring my experience earlier. As soon as I finished the song, I went on a quick break. Then, I pulled out a paper from my pocket containing a song I had written inspired by a she-wolf that made me restless. “Hey, redhead, with your fiery glare, You walk in, tossing shadows in the air. Your stubborn pride, a stormy haze, Leaving me puzzled, lost in the maze. Hey, redhead, with your feisty stride, Words like thunder, nowhere to hide. Your stubbornness cuts, a relentless blade,

Until, “Red?”

He can definitely make me melt. He is too occupied with what he’s doing. He is even swaying his hips as he sings a song. He is not noticing my presence and a sinister grin can be found on my face the moment I reach his place. I extended both of my arms sideward and quickly wrapped it around his hips.

From the day Thien Tang saw Nha Tien crumpled up a newspaper with a picture of a promising pair of artists who were expected to be two of the artists holding hands in the final, he knew what she was thinking. Finally, the most awaited show has arrived. Thi San appeared gracefully in a pure white dress and a violin in her hand. After bowing to everyone, she lifted the violin and began to perform. The passionate melody of the song "Song From a Secret Garden" resounded from the slender angelic hands. Thi San immersed herself in the performance when in front of her eyes were white waves clapping in her and Thang Vu's footsteps. She saw his handsome face and gentle smile hidden behind the dark fo

She can’t be far – just a few yards from the path – so I walk as quietly as I can in the direction the song is coming from. As I draw nearer, I can hear the words more clearly. Once again the threads pull tight A promise made, an oath to keep Rivers of song creep through the night Flow like the bloodlines she must reap. Hurry dear one, time is late Slay him lest he steal your heart Lay his wretched soul to rest End the cycle at the start. We’ll feast upon an apple red And dance upon the silver shore I’ll twine a red rose in your hair We’ll be together ever more.

Even when we weren’t. I sang that song for her. Hoping it would make her feel better. Andrei just let me, he gave us some space. Giving me a look that said so much despite him never uttering a word. He left the greenhouse, the pained look never leaving him. That man was hurting because Red was hurting. How could mom not like him? She didn’t even give him a chance. It’s like she just didn’t want to like him. I sang the happy bunny song two more times before Red finally stopped sniffling. She shifted back, clutching the handkerchief Andrei had been using to wipe her tears. She brought it to my neck and collarbone, but I stopped her.

She hated this already. Soon the building was packed, and she was dismissed from standing in the greeting line to go and mingle with the people. She looked at the clock on her phone, and it was nearing seven. She knew that would be her cue to leave. She smiled, knowing this torture was almost over. At five minutes to seven, there was a noise from the back of the building. No one thought too much about it. It wasn’t like an explosion or anything. When the music started to play, it was the theme song for one of her favorite movies that was older than her but she had watched it with Mav for the first time a few years before. She loved the song and the scene it was from. She thought how fitting

SCARLETT “The lady in red,” I heard someone singing the 80s pop song as I walked down the stairs with Blake trailing behind me, “is dancing with me, cheek to cheek.” It was an alluring voice, deep and vibrational. So, I smiled, half-yawning as the scales of sleep fell off my eyes. I knew he was singing that because of the red nightdress I had on, that made it both cringe and adorable, the perfect type of romantic.