Tangled Movie Music の小説・ストーリー

She couldn't help but wonder what they are to each other. But--- how did Marcus know where to find her? How did he end up in this place? Questions swirled in Lailah's mind, causing her anxiety to escalate. “Oh- I didn’t do anything. The band aid behind your neck did it.” Caesar said as Marcus touched the back of his neck and felt a sticker. He removed it and it was a white band aid he knows well. “Fuck!” he cursed as he crumbled the sticker in his palm knowing what will happen to him. Lailah watched in confusion as Marcus's expression turned from surprise to dread.

NOT a medical condition. The movies that inspired mostly the beginning chapters (not the whole book), is A Cinderella Story (the one with Selena Gomez and the one with Lizzie McGuire), Once Upon a Song, and After the Ball. So obviously the love interest has to have some talent in music. The main character and love interest will also want similar things in their futures after high school, but that does not mean every single detail is from a movie... There's no point in complaining about how it's unoriginal because I followed the basic Cinderella plot line. I personally love Cinderella stories, even if they're total cliches. If you don't, go read something else. You have been warned.

Damn it! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Move, bones! Get up! Get back on the bike! I scream at myself, but it’s useless. Every command stays locked in my head, and the only sound I can hear is a soft, pitiful whimper—my own voice, barely a whisper. Suddenly, harsh lights flood my face. They’re blinding, like torches being shoved right into my eyes. Voices filter through the haze—some familiar, others not. They’re yelling my name, but I can’t tell who’s who. Everything sounds distant like I’m underwater.

Chapter 5 The sound of laughter drifted through the house, soft and unexpected. Elena paused in the kitchen, her hands still wet from washing dishes, and tilted her head to listen. It was Thomas, his voice bright and full of life. Alex’s deeper tone joined him, the two of them caught up in a moment that sounded almost... happy. Elena’s chest tightened, conflicted by the warmth spreading through her. She quickly shook it off, focusing back on the sudsy plates in the sink. She wasn’t here to bask in the sound of a happy family; she was here for Thomas. That was it.

Only to jump back when the banging on the wall got louder. "Fuck!" Mirabella screamed in irritation. "That nasty bastard. I'm so tired of hearing his nastiness almost every night. Mom and dad have spoken to him about bringing girls here but he still sneaks them in!" Mirabella huffed. Bailey winced. Now not only was the movie too loud, but Mirabella's voice was also louder and those bangs and moans......her poor eardrums. This is not what she signed up for tonight, but then again this was a routine every movie night. It was like Kaleb purposely brought a girl over to irritate and disturb them.

She had overestimated her ability and underestimated the force she was dealing with. She fell silent. Why had she recklessly rushed into a trap? Come to think of it, Chad was right in everything. His icy blade found its way to the strap that held her long waves in a bun, cutting it free. Instantly, her tresses plunged downwards, covering her back. Booyeong laughed evilly. “Now, what do we have here?” She couldn’t even bring herself to run, because she didn’t know who was outside the tent now that she was a prisoner. She tried to invoke a mental spell in her mind to protect herself, but the spell faltered.

As Adam's words lingered in the air, a sudden tension wrapped around them, disrupting the tranquility of their late-night haven. The familiar melody of their shared silence was abruptly shattered by the intrusive ringtone of Adam's phone, its shrillness piercing through the stillness like a knife.

“Just tell me… where are you?” My brows furrowed. Confusion rippled through me. Why was he asking? He knew where I was. Of course he did. And then I heard it. The faint sound in the background of his call. Music. Applause. The exact same sound echoing in this hall. My heart lurched violently, terror clawing at my chest. No. He couldn’t be… “Jaxx… where are you?” I whispered, my voice breaking, trembling. Silence stretched, taut, unbearable. Then his voice came, low and taunting, wrapping around me like a snake.

I screamed without caring about the eyes that were staring at me. The music swelled. My feet moved on their own, my body swaying to the rhythm. The wine loosened my limbs, my mind. I let myself get lost in it, arms raised, head tilted back. A hand on my waist. I shrugged it off and kept dancing. The hand returned, more intent this time. I turned, ready to snap at whoever it was, but it turned out to be Scout. His gaze locked onto mine, sharp and unreadable. Something flickered behind his eyes, something I couldn’t understand.

“Not going to look?” “No.” After a while, he leaned closer, lowering his voice so it barely cut through the music. “You know I’m here, right? We are going to find the killer.” I glanced at him. “We are brothers,” he added. “Even when you don’t say it out loud.” I looked back at my drink. “I know.” The night dragged on, heavy and slow. My anger didn’t explode. It didn’t disappear either. It just sat quietly beside me, like a reminder.