Soundtrack Exit Wounds Novels & Stories

he said. “I look forward to making you beg for mercy,” she murmured. “Then you’ll be disappointed.” He slid her card into his pocket and climbed onto his bike. He turned the key, and the engine roared to life beneath him. “Until tomorrow.” ***** Jace moved his ice pack from his left hand to this right. The swelling was starting to go down, but he knew he wouldn’t play for shit tonight. They were opening for Exodus End, in front of a sold out crowd. In f**king Las Vegas, Nevada. This should be a huge boost to their music careers, and they were all but guaranteed to suck. Sinners was moving up in the business, but Exodus End was at the top of the genre with no signs of slowing down. Could Sinn

(Elijah) "Ermmm…..Kinda?…anyway just listen…". It was a bother to explain them any further, I connect my thumb drive to the Van audio system and play my top ten playlists. The first song that came out was '*eptember' by #arth,wind & $ire. "What is this sound?!!...…. Hn?...it's…good?!….". (Duke Merrica) "Amazing!….the Black beast was no longer angry!…instead it was singing?~~.....what a weird song…..it's very pleasing..". (Knight-Captain Hughes)

I was starting to lose consciousness, and every fibre in my body was yelling for me to breathe. Using my final strain of senses, I locked my throat tighter. I was taking a bet. A bet that it would start to lose patience before me. A while later, perhaps a minute but seemed like an eternity, the tentacle retracted. The buzzing in my ears gradually faded and eventually disappeared altogether. The application's interface returned to normal. An alert popped up. [End of song.] I gasped and took a huge breath of air while coughing violently. I fell to the floor, curling up.

She was disgusted just by the sound of my name. Even the hand I used to play the violin was broken on her orders, all because of a "debt of gratitude", something utterly ridiculous that they didn't even know the truth about. With nothing left to say, I merely lowered my head. "I don't want anything. I just want an end to this. Having lost everything, the only thing left that is mine is my own life." "Why does Daniel keep saying things that hurt the female lead?" "Honestly, the male lead is kind of disgusting. The female lead is devoted and endures everything in silence. What more does he want from her?"

The paper curled, blackened, and turned to ash. Adrian watched me. I turned and tightened my hold on his arm. "Let's go." The doors opened. Music filled the hall. The guests rose to their feet. Applause and cheers surged like a tide. I looked ahead, my arm linked with the man beside me, and walked forward step by step toward my new future.

My head fell back against the wall once again and my eyes squeezed shut as I tried my best not to reveal how desperate for his mouth I was by grabbing onto his soft-looking hair like I really wanted to when he started to take my full length into his mouth. “I- fuck…” I started to say something before trailing off breathlessly when he sucked hard on my hard length as I felt myself slide deeper into his throat, his mouth feels like a perfect kind of tight heat that was firmly wrapped around my pulsing cock. A loud beep suddenly rang out in the motel and I jolted on reflex, the sound sharply piercing through the haze of pleasure clouding my mind. I felt Chris’s wet mouth come off my dick, leavi

Hendrix calls out before I can voice my own opinion. "What? I knew you would say cell 13. It's one of our maximum clearance cells." Hendrix says in defense. They drag a comatose Lisa towards the castle. When we start to begin our trek towards the north side I get a sharp pain in my chest... Orion!!! The pain is so bad that I feel like my heart just exploded. I fall to my knees and let out a agonizing scream. Paxton and Hendrix is holding their own chest. "ORION" Marissa and I scream at the same time.

A gust of wind rattled the windows. Damien ran a hand through his hair, wincing when it touched the cut. “Look. I shouldn’t have I lost control.” That was the closest I was ever going to get to an apology from him. I followed him silently down the hallway, soaking wet blanket in my arms, and he opened the door to my room. He lingered in the doorway. “You got something from Dex?” My stomach twisted. “Yeah. About Lucas.” He nodded, lips pressed into a line. “Anything useful?”

“Right.” I grabbed my keys, phone, gym bag. My steps felt heavy, but I followed her out of the apartment. The hallway smelled like fresh bleach and lemon. Audrey walked beside me, chatting about how intense training might be today, how Coach had a new drill planned. The drive was quiet. Almost too quiet. Audrey picked the playlist—some moody jazz with soft saxophone and aching piano notes. It filled the silence between us, but not enough. Not really. She didn’t talk. Didn’t ask. Just stared out the window with her hands in her lap, fingers fidgeting with the lid of her water bottle.

She said, squeezing his hand in a reassuring gesture as her small hand held his big hand on its own, spreading a bright smile on his face for the first time in years. Moments passed and both of them remained still, their eyes locked into each other as they gazed through each other's weary and wounded soul, their hands clasped together in a soul soothing hold as if they're healing each other's internal wounds in this vulnerable whirlpool of emotions, connected with the tranquil whispers of calm and a peaceful silence surrounding them. As the music in the car began to play, he closed his eyes again, allowing the soothing melodies to wash over him. The sound of the storm outside was muted, and