Summary Of Someone Like You Novels & Stories

Looking at Hades inquisitively; curious as to why his attitude towards this mystery of a woman took a complete 180° turn. There was not a slight trace of animosity or annoyance. Everything was replaced with this enthusiasm. Hades looked like a teenage girl who saw a very handsome man and fell in love at first si... It finally dawned on him. "No, what's she like?" He asked, smirking as he was confident that he knew the word that would come out of Hades' mouth. His guesses were pretty, beautiful, hot, or gorge- "Majestic!" Tyr was dumbfounded.

The living room was filled with the sound of a hauntingly sorrowful melody. Along the way, she began to sing the lyrics of the song that came to her mind at the moment. It was one of her favorite songs which was sung by the artist Adele - Someone Like you. Eva forgot all of her worries at the moment and began playing the keys of the piano to match the song. “I heard that you're settled down. That you found a girl and you're married now I heard that your dreams came true

In fact, he’s looking hot to her. Ashley watches a girl approach Aron, they’re talking about something and the girl just can’t stop giggling. The girl throws her napkin on the ground purposely but makes it look like an accident. Aron bends and picks up the napkin. He hands it to the girl and she thanks Aron and blushes. ‘See you around.’ Ashley reads her lips, she rolls her eyes at this and pouts. “Why is he so popular among girls, he’s not even that handsome,” she tells herself, “But why am thinking about him so much. Pull yourself together,” she mumbles.

Georgina questioned. "Can I find someone like that?". I arched a skeptical brow. "I think you know someone like that." She grinned knowingly then rose to her feet. "I'm glad to be of help." She walked to the door. "Thanks sweetheart." I called out to her. She had helped me narrow down my choices - which I didn't have - to one. Thinking about it made me break out in a cold sweat. It wasn't going to go well but she was my only hope right now. Karma... The biggest bitch of all.

My cheeks burned hotter, and I squeezed my eyes shut. She stretched out on the couch like a queen, sipping from her soda and watching me with a mischievous smirk. "Let me be real for a sec..." Her tone shifted into a serious one, enough to make me open my eyes. "Guys like him? They don't commit. That cold, unbothered energy? He screams heartbreak waiting to happen." My stomach sank. She wasn't wrong. There had been something about him, his detachment, and the way he barely acknowledged us... I didn't know why, but that stung more than it should have.

Familiar. Almost like home. 💔 Then he heard laughter. A soft laugh. A girl’s laugh. ❤️ Slowly, he turned around. And froze. 😱 A girl stood behind him. Around his age. Long black hair. Silver eyes. A white dress flowing in the wind. 🌙 She smiled. The kind of smile that instantly made his heart ache. 💔 Not because she was a stranger. But because he knew her. Deep inside. Somewhere hidden. Somewhere forgotten.

Right at that moment, I knew who my persons were who caused my euphoria, it was my daddies all along. - The End -

“This is hard for me, hard for everyone. I wish you’d just realize you need help. You need someone—” “I don’t need anyone!” It’s not a shout, not really, but it stings like a slap. He takes slow breaths, holds out a hand as if to steady himself. “I just want some time alone to grieve, to feel my world fall apart without anyone looking over my shoulder and just—”

He must have told her about me, his love of his life. "Yeah. It's your baby!!" I grinned heavily and tossed my body around seductively at him. "Oh my good God" he sighed but I understand. He wants to move on with ugly big face, tiny small legged girlfriend. I stared at her disgustingly and I'm sure she'll start hating herself with my look. She was so ugly that I felt like throwing up. She had no curves, her she was just looking skinny and uncared for like a kwashiorkor patient. I don't know why Blake would choose such a scarecrow as my replacement.

It was quite a sight. The music started, and the big screen showed two figures, a male and a female, running hand in hand in the rain. Elio sang an old favorite, "Someone Like You." We used to laugh, we used to cry, our hearts beating as one, However, time can be a thief, stealing what we thought had begun. Then we walk these streets alone, shadows of what we were, Faded pictures in a frame, memories that blur. We were lovers once, dancing in the rain,