Soundtrack Exit Wounds Novels & Stories

And she stayed that way until they reached their first destination. Vale respected Einille’s silence. Only the loud Bluetooth speaker connected to Rudy’s phone could be heard, giving directions on which part to turn right, or left. The driver used an app, and Vale prayed it was accurate to prevent them from getting lost. Rudy had noticed their silence, and he started to play soft rock music. “My apologies, but I really liked listening to music.” Rudy said, adjusting the speaker to a high volume. A famous local song reverberated inside the van. It was about cheating. Rudy was emotionally singing to the beat of the music. While Einille’s brow almost formed a line, trying not to be distracted i

" After the stream ended, the tide turned completely. Craig's company was buried under a wave of cancellations. Partners pulled out one after another. He posted a public apology that night, but it didn't matter. Police took him in for questioning the next morning. Aunt Sandra saw the stream from her hospital bed and tore out her oxygen tube, trying to get up and come after me. She made it as far as the edge of the bed before she went down hard, splitting her wound back open, screaming in pain. Wade's bank accounts were frozen. He slunk back to the hospital with nowhere else to go. I thought it was over. Then Aunt Sandra posted a video from her bed. She was crying, real tears this time, holdi

She'll walk right through that front door as the mother of your child! I paused, trying to steady myself. "You need to figure out what you want. Because next month? I'm done. No more injections." His face went dark. "Fine! Don't do it. There are plenty of women who can have kids with me!" And with that, he stormed out and slammed the door. I just stood there, my whole body trembling. It took me a minute to realize my face was wet. I'd cried over him. Over this. 'Maya Lawson, when did you become like this?'

The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest. It was over. Everything was ruined. My hands, my mother's dreams—everything was shattered in that single moment. Tears streamed down my face in heavy, relentless drops. Ryan rushed toward me, pulling me into an embrace. I leaned silently into his broad, warm chest, but the words that came from above were as cold as ice. "I'm sorry, Susan. Please, forgive me just this once. I know this isn't fair to you. But Miranda's mother died saving me. Once she makes it into the orchestra, I'll have repaid my debt."

The song started playing on repeat in my head as I listened to the two Englishmen tell their tale of another doomed from the beginning interracial love affair. Kill, kill, kill Kill, kill, kill [Verse 1] Raised by thugs schooled by killers I learned mathematics from big-time dealers So how the fuck these love to see a nigga fallin' Pop the Glock, suckas plottin' on a playa 'cause he's ballin' Up early in the mornin' four deep Creepin' in my Jeep, nigga real thugs don't sleep You'll never kill a real g, feel me Suddenly, I missed the 21st century. I realized I was finally ready to go home and face the music. I have avoided handling my business long enough. These two Englishmen don't know how

He smiled, waved her away, and jogged toward the intersection. “Probably dehydrated,” I murmured. “What?” “Nothing.” I watched him disappear around the corner, then lifted my mug again. Something slammed into the window with a sharp crack. I jumped, splashing coffee across my hand before instinctively stepping closer to the glass. A pigeon slid down the outside of the window, leaving a faint streak before disappearing from view. “You all right?” Emma asked. “I think a bird just flew into my window.” “They do that?” “Not often.”

*Death's POV* I could hear her thoughts and I could smell her. Faster. Faster. Faster. She thought and my hand moved faster on my erect cock. I could hear her as she orgasmed and a loud cry left her lips as my cum squirted out of me with a groan of her name. I wanted to hear her cry my name as she cummed. A knock on my door happened, "Hold up," I say as I pull up my zipper and quickly take some paper cleaning my cum from the wall, "Come in,"

At a time like this, it’s bound to be empty. I don’t look back to see whether Simon is back there as I make my exit. I leave the tuition block and hurry towards the gym. I put on my headphones and blast Linkin Park. Maybe, just maybe the loud music will drown out my thoughts. I keep my eyes on ground level, avoiding any sort of contact or interaction with anyone. By the time I get to my destination, the tears are already slipping free, and I let them because I’m finally alone. The song in my head doesn’t help, it’s like a catalyst that’s making me let everything go, holding nothing back.

The silence that remained was not the same. The terrible, hungry pressure was gone. The Wound was no longer a raging storm of nothingness, but a quiet, dark expanse, like a deep, still lake under a moonless sky. From it came the soft, slow song of mourning, a beautiful and heartbreaking melody that was now a permanent part of the music of the Weave. It was a scar, but a healed one. It had a voice now, and its voice was one of sad peace.

I look over my shoulder, seeing her standing there… Will I see her again? Our eyes meet for the final time and I have never felt more like a coward. There’s a pain in my chest, I’ve not experienced before and it feels as if there is no oxygen. I’m leaving my mate to the wrath of Vadam Exodus, knowing it could cost her her life. I wish there were a few more minutes… I need a few more minutes… The sound of a scream fills the sky and I’m snapped from my thoughts, my heart and mind torn as I turn towards the sound