Songs In Make It Pop Novels & Stories

"I’ve gone through something much worse than that.” “Oh yeah. Like how your songs sound like kidz bop or what?” “Mhmm.” “Pft! They're shit. People. I mean you were sixteen when you debuted! Obviously, it would sound basic or something.” “Does it really sound basic?” “Hmm…Yeah? It sounds like every pop song out there. Or maybe I am just not into pop.” “Hmm. Maybe.”

"Tell her to keep dreaming! That agreement is fake! I don't believe she can do anything. Take her down!" I let out a quiet sigh. If that was his answer, then there was nothing left to say. Three minutes later, a 24-page PDF hit the internet. Unity Holdings shot straight to the top of the trending list. When Paul saw it, he collapsed back into his chair.

She quickly shook her head and went to wash up, before hurriedly heading out. Her mom seized her up, before smiling and headed towards Freudian's car. When they were all ready and set, they entered the car and drove off. The drive to Brent's house was two hours drive; midway through their drive, Freudian raised the volume of the music playing in his car. Tiffy slowly started nodding her head, to the starting beat of the music, she smiled because she already knew it was Roar by Katy Perry. And she was a big fan of Katy Perry, she immediately sang along as the music played on.

He must be really lucky. We both stopped talking when a song was played in the background. Although we’ve come to the end of the road, still I can’t let you go. It’s unnatural. You belong to me. I belong to you. Juneau looked at me and grinned. “The song suits you, Eunique.” He laughed. “But really, you should let him go. Sometimes, holding on to a person is a lot harder than letting go…” he said it so seriously that I felt it straight to my heart.

Lucius hung up immediately, terrified I'd say no. Then, another encrypted text popped up: "Rhea, please don't make a scene right now. I'm just giving Sienna a title. I postponed our wedding because I wanted to give you a bigger ceremony at the right time."

I couldn’t help but suspect that he was cheating but he brushed it off as me being dramatic. I slammed my phone screen down on the couch after silencing it and turned on my favorite playlist. SEX SOUND BY LIL-TJAY played, the music hummed against the speaker not too loud. By now the sweat on my neck had spread. dripping from my back down to my panties, discomfort swooping in, my body feeling sticky with sweat. Initially I planned to take another bath before going to bed but somewhere within that thought I began drifting between sleep and frustration, then I heard a door open.

Trust me, nothing works faster on a possessive guy like Tristan than seeing you act unbothered while looking irresistible. I let out a shaky breath, a small, wicked smile tugging at my lips despite the tears. “You really think that’ll work?” “Girl, I know it will. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger already. Now make him feel it. Be hot, be cold, be untouchable. He’ll come crawling.”

But these are tears of joy, knowing that after the rejections that I have faced in the last few hours, my baby and I are not alone in this world. “I love you more, bestie. And wipe these tears,” she says, drying away my tears as she adds, “because we will survive, and we will make the world shake with our comeback!” We will shake the world with our comeback! Amid everything that has ensued, I am determined to make a comeback, and I and my baby will shake all those who rejected us and looked down on us as if we were dirt! We will shake them to the core! The world better be ready for us!

"Oh, um, he's just making sure we look after the studio. Don't mind him, honey, you just sing!" Claire closed her eyes and sang with as much passion as she could. This time she could feel herself hitting all the right notes as she belted out the bawdy song. "# Make me come, baby, make me come. # Let's sixty-nine all night long. # Let's sixty-nine all night long. # Let's sixty-nine all night long..." She finished the chorus rousingly and opened her eyes. Everyone was still staring at her but this time, it seemed to her, with admiration.

Looking back on the five months since Beatrice joined the company, Frederick had practically dumped all of her work on me. Beatrice had never gone to school and only got in through connections. She made a mess out of every assignment, and I had to clean up after her every time. She once replaced the fine wine prepared for a client with a milkshake. At a business dinner, she swapped the main dishes with caramel pudding and strawberry cake. When the client saw that, he turned around and left, causing the deal I had spent two weeks negotiating to fall apart instantly.