Ten Thousand Reason Lirik

Damian is a hot billionaire vampire who was bitten 100 years ago. He struggles with satisfying his blood thirst by killing criminals— humans that are evil, he drains their blood for his satisfaction and he believes his soul would be redeemed in that way. His heart is captivated by the beautiful sexy, hot headed and arrogant superstar Ava. He decides to love and protect her but at thesame time he must hide his true identity from her.

Conned by Francis Slade, I sold my kidney to raise funds for his failed investment. And the house was bought with all my savings. But now, it had become their love nest. "Ms. Lane, you look like you were rolling around in a mud pit. What happened to you?" Whitney Jones smiled smugly. My already injured body trembled with anger when I saw her smug expression. Forcing myself to remain calm, I answered, "This is my home. What are you doing here?" In response, Francis glared at me angrily. "Whitney caught a cold, so I invited her over to take a hot shower. Can't you even tolerate such small acts of kindness?" Whitney had accidentally stepped on blood that was flowing from my leg. She instinctively grabbed Francis out of fear. With a trembling voice, she told him, "Francis, I think she's injured." I knew Francis thought I was just trying to gain his sympathy again. "Alright now, Whitney will be sleeping in your room tonight. Once you're done with the act, go clean yourself up and set up a bed for her." If she was after my room, she could have it. If she was after the man who never loved me, she could have him.

Deux inconnus dans un ascenseur en panne, entre deux étages d'un hôtel anonyme. Lui, les mains encore marquées par un récent accident. Elle, les lèvres teintées du rouge à lèvres qu'elle vient d'effacer nerveusement. Pas de noms. Pas d'histoires. Seulement l'espace exigu qui rétrécit à chaque expiration. L'électricité statique qui fait crépiter la laine. Un regard accroché à un poignet, une veine qui bat sous la peau fine. La chaleur devient palpable, suffocante. La première parole est un juron étouffé. Le premier contact n'est pas une main, mais un souffle contre une tempe. L'étreinte qui suit est une affaire de survie, une tentative désespérée de prouver qu'ils sont encore vivants face à l'étreinte de fer qui les emprisonne. C'est brutal, urgent, sans fioriture. Le cuir de sa ceinture laisse une marque sur sa hanche. L'agrafe de son collier lui griffe la nuque. Dans l'obscurité intermittente des lampes de secours, ils se dévorent. Chaque baiser est une question sans réponse, chaque morsure une ponctuation. Ils extirpent l'un de l'autre des gémissements qu'ils ne se connaissaient pas, des peurs qu'ils n'avouaient pas. Ils sont à la fois le remède et le poison, l'oxygène et la privation. Quand les lumières se rallument et que l'ascenseur repart avec un grondement sourd, ils se séparent comme on se scarifie. Aucune promesse. Juste l'odeur de l'autre sur la peau, indélébile. Elle sort à son étage, il descend au rez-de-chaussée. Leurs vies respectives les attendent, inchangées en apparence. Mais quelque chose a cédé. Quelque chose a brûlé. Et chacun, dans son silence, porte désormais la mémoire brûlante de cette chute libre partagée, de cet instant parfaitement égoïste et absolu où ils n'ont été que chair, pulsion et vérité crue.

Ils s’aiment comme on se noie : sans retenue, sans air, sachant que chaque vague les rapproche du fond. Leurs jours sont des nuits blanches, leurs caresses des batailles, leurs silences des aveux trop lourds. Puis un matin, sans un mot, elle part. Non par lassitude, mais par lucidité. Certains incendies sont trop beaux pour devenir des cendres. Elle emporte l’incendie entier dans sa poitrine. Une cicatrice à vif qui, désormais, éclaire toutes ses nuits. L’amour passe. L’intensité, elle, demeure.

One reckless moment was all it took to set them on fire. His lips were on her skin, his hands gripping her like he'd never let go-Dylan devoured her, owned her, and marked her as his possession. His voice was dark and full of promises, unraveling every bit of restraint she had left. His kisses are on fire, his whispers sinful, and every stolen moment leaves her aching for more. Huli na para iwasan pa ang namumuong pagnanasa at pagmamahal nila sa isa't isa. But will sharing tender love every night be enough? Or will surrendering to temptation cost them everything? It was a gamble and taking risks for both of them. She loves him, and all she wants is to be with him. He loves her and all he needs for his life to be complete. Yet . . . loving him could ruin her . . . And letting her in could destroy him. She should stay away from him, and he should let her go. But some obsessions are impossible to escape . . . Some nights were never meant to end . . . And some temptations are too wicked to resist . . .. . . even if surrender means risking it all.

Evelyn is the beautiful daughter of the Red Moon Alpha. She has everything one could ever wish for. A good father, a loving mother, and best brothers. Her life was just a walk in the garden until she met Blake. Blake is the exiled son of the Blood Moon Alpha. Evelyn helped him to adjust to the Red Moon pack, though he was Latent, Evelyn never treated him badly. Just like drugs, they got addicted to each other, though they were too young to feel the mate bond they still fell in love. Everything changed when they met the powerful Alpha Rogue that made Evelyn's beauty a history and Blake to run away from the Red Moon pack. Evelyn, once the most beautiful girl is now the scarface girl and her one true love is nowhere to be found. Blake, after realizing how weak he was decided to acquire power and strength for that is the only way to protect the ones you love.

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and just barely recognizing yourself in the reflection? Well that is me, I have loved and lost. Survived and thrived, screamed and cried into my pillow tears nobody else got to see. But I never gave up hope, never lied down and never let them see me cry. Until him, he could see past the facade and see the real me. He wanted to love me, concole me and protect me. But I have lost hope in humanity, men, true love because life just arent a fairytale right? Its hard work and nothing comes easy even if you would like to believe it does it just doesnt. He is my mothers new husbands son and 10 years older than me. His blue eyes keep staring at me, it should warm me to the core right. Make me feel something anything. But it doesn't he makes women run after him and beg on their knees. But me, I have been down this road before. The charming smile, arrogant cocky attitude. It always ends the same, me covered in bruises crying on the bathroom floor. Thinking its all my fault, all me. But he just wouldn't let go. He wouldn't give up. And the more I turn him down the more it turns him on. I am only that strong before I give in,and even though I know how this is about to end. If he keeps staring at me with desire in his eyes as if I am the reason he is breathing. I know I am about to take the leap this can go down to damn ways. But the question is do I or dont I. Because fear can be your anchor or it can be your wings

Sebuah misi balas dendam seorang penjudi bayaran ibu kota yang ingin menghancurkan orang-orang kelas tinggi. Sayangnya di sela-sela balas dendamnya, dia jatuh cinta kepada Putri Tidur yang merupakan anak terbuang seorang presiden.

The darkest corners of the world hold the secrets the leaders want you to forget. Deep inside a cabin covered with moss and shadows, those secrets are not yet forgotten. Under the moon, light glistens off of shining stones lining the porch and bundles of herbs drying from the rafters. Candlelight emanates from the interior and warmth surrounds the occupant. Inside this cabin was a forrest witch who was chanting a spell as she added herbs to a small caldron. Smoke rises and electricity fills the room. Her raven hair started to rise and the smoke turned glowing green. Leaves outside the cabin started swirling in the air raising around the cabin forming a circle. “None may find me where I reside, safe in the forrest this witch hides. Safe from the evil doers and safe from their men. None may ever find me again.” Cold. Like ice from an iceberg, his skin molded smoothly across his frame. The envelop in his hands was sealed by the Elder Lords sigil pressed into blood red wax. Slipping his long pale finger, breaking the seal, one word was inside. “Urgente.” His particular talents were once again needed.

Di situasi seperti saat ini. Mungkin tidak hanya Mao yang dihampiri kepiluan secara mendadak. Kesedihan tak berujung itu mengiris sesak bersamaan dengan hilangnya pekerjaan yang selama ini menopang. Tapi mungkin Mao juga bisa dibilang beruntung. Saat ada penyanggah kesedihan dan kehampaannya serta rasa pesimisnya terhadap dunia. Ia tidak pernah meminta, tapi mungkin ini cara Tuhan memberi penawar untuk mengganti semua rasa sakitnya. Mau menyelam bersama Mao?