روايات وقصص ضمن Soul Eaters Song

She adds in pitifully as tears gathered around her eyelids, Liam walks forward closing the gap between them. "I'll eat you then." Liam didn't hesitate on his decision, the music "Salted Wound by Sia" plays calmly on the background as they started kissing deeply and passionately, their lips didn't break as his hands gradually explore her amazing curves. Liam claims her ass with his hands and bring her up to his waist and impatiently she wrap his waist with her legs, they kiss hungrily as their tongue larves at each other while Liam cautiously walk into the elevator.

Okay, he doesn't like rap, what was she thinking? Next! "Hip hop." Geneva said as she clicked on another. Now Nicholas frowned. Next! "African highlife." His frown deepened by degrees at the foreign language. Geneva was about to keel over and die. Osadebe and Fela Kuti's songs were her parents' favourite songs and they eventually became one of hers. Seeing Nicholas' reaction to it was a strike to her poor heart. She had never seen such a 'non-music lover' like Nicholas. She had never seen a 'non-music lover' at all.

– Thanh Phong asked. - Song from a secret garden. - She answered honestly. After his sad smile, the soft violin sounded, sometimes ethereal, sometimes soft. Thi San felt like it was the voice of a girl. The sound of his violin is very attractive but extremely sad. This timbre is like an invisible knife that cuts across her heart, not causing pain but extremely numb and bitter. Perhaps his heart is also filled with sorrow. Outside in the corridor, the practitioners who had just arrived stopped and listened to the melody that seemed to come from heaven.

It was the same tune I was humming from my mother's memory. In a dimly lit room, I see a dark-skinned, curly-haired guy sitting at the piano, singing the same song. The melody soothes my soul as I listen to him play. As the music played, I couldn't help but join in, letting the lyrics flow out of my mouth, and his dark gray eyes flashed black, messing up the song he was playing. A sense of familiarity hit me. Especially in his gaze. “Have we met before? How do you know this song?” His thick voice let out a sigh, overlooking my appearance.

Elara, her voice hushed, whispered, "That song... It's from the ancient tales, sung by the sirens of old." Liora, her face pale, warned, "We mustn't listen! The sirens lured sailors to their doom with their songs." But as the melody grew stronger, the guardians found it harder to resist its allure. Their steps became sluggish, their thoughts foggy. Suddenly, a piercing scream cut through the music. It was Nocturna, who had used a shard of magic to shield herself from the song's effects. "Snap out of it!" she shouted, her voice echoing with power.

"I am Lyria, the keeper of lost memories. The song you hear is the lament of forgotten dreams. Can you withstand its allure?" Alec stepped forward, determination evident in his posture. "We've faced the Echo's illusions and come out stronger. Your song won't break us." Lyria smirked, "We shall see." With a swift motion, she increased the volume of the haunting melody, its pull stronger than ever. Each guardian felt the weight of their past pulling at them, beckoning them to surrender. But with each step they took, hand in hand, their resolve grew stronger. Memories of their time together, of shared battles and victories, flooded their minds, drowning out the siren song.

"There will be no phone calls right now." He opened his mouth to protest but said nothing as I pushed him back onto the couch. He fell back, sitting, looking up at me with wide eyes. He swallowed hard. "Time for the music," I announced. I went over to the sound system, changed the lighting in the room to make it look like a club, and selected one of my signature songs. Then I moved toward him, slowly, sensually—the way Sexy Red always did. I sat on one of his thighs, my lips curved up in a smile as I hid the pain and anger I felt inside my heart.

The next morning, I drank the dark potion in one gulp. The dark blue liquid slid down my throat, carrying an icy chill. Instantly, a tearing pain ripped through my abdomen. I could feel the spiritual bond with the pup in my womb snapping, thread by thread, like someone was ripping a hole right through my soul. But I clenched my jaw and made no sound. Tears, however, streamed down my face uncontrollably. Forgive me, little one. You don't deserve to be a sacrifice in this filthy game.

An orchestra of five men with a single purpose: to touch me, to consume every part of me until I melted into their melody. Their lips, their tongues, their hands... traveled across my body with precision, creating a symphony that only they could play, and in which I, caught in their concert, could only surrender to the music.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. What do you want to eat?” Maria giggled, her fingers stroking his arm as she murmurs something into his ear. Tears threaten to spill, but I refused to let them see me break. I push through the doors, my heels clicking against the marbled floor as I went to the restroom. Inside, I collapse against the sink, sobbing silently. Until a deep, unfamiliar voice broke through my pain. “Hi, I’m Stefan—” I looked up with clouded eyes. “Stefan Andres?!!! CEO of The Wealth Club?!”. I widened my eyes in shock, with my lips parted and looking lost at him.