The Blessing Guitar Chords Novels & Stories

"Please, promise me that you'll consider it." Her mother nodded. "I will." Suddenly, a broad smile spread across her face. "Now! Let's enjoy this fine meal, shall we?" Then she glanced over at Grayson. "Would you say the blessing?" Grayson nodded, taken aback. It had been years since he had prayed, even a blessing. "I'd be glad to." After they joined hands, he said a beautiful blessing over the meal, but concluded with. "And please keep safe those who are with us... and those we don't know about yet. Amen."

God Bless! - ErnEst_odrE_5v -

Dling! A wave of guitar strikes into my ears as I look back, widening my lips in excitement. Christian walks towards me, holding the wooden guitar, passing a warm smile. He releases a beautiful tune while stepping close to me. I immediately get up from the chair and stroll close to him. We share an inch of gap between us, sensing each other's whiff, bumping our gazes. He parts his lips to sing the song. You, my love My endless sky and stars You, the light of my

The red strings seem to have a mind of their own as they loosen and tie with Atlas. Ophelia nods in approval of the knots as she begins to speak, her voice soothing, "Today, we gather here not only to witness the union of our Alpha to his mate but to bless their journey together." "And now, we commence with the blessings," Ophelia declares, her eyes shining with joy as the drums begin again this time with a subtle rhythm as the sounds of violin follow suit. Ophelia blows air into our hands as I feel a gush of wind passing through me, I tilt my head to stare at Atlas.

"Okay, let me try" I held the head of the guitar with my left hand, then I put my right fingers on the strings. He crawled on the sheet, behind me and held my left fist to the guitar, then he arched my right finger and pulled the first string. I didn't understand the chord but then it was beautiful. Soon I found myself playing titanic theme with his assistance.

We’ve even partnered up for missions. April slides next to me at that moment and rests a gift box on the table in front of me. “Happy birthday, Con.” I look at the box, then back into her beautiful eyes and open the box. Inside of the box, there’s a guitar pic. I turn the ebony pic over in my hand and arch a questioning brow. April gives me a mischievous smile and points to the dark, wooden stage where a gorgeous Fender Telecaster with a gleaming wooden surface and shiny metallic bridge sits. April kisses the corner of my bottom lip and mutters. “It’s for you.”

she sighed as she peeked between my legs. Reaching out for him he clasped my hand. “The deity is Elatha. Name her Erissa Finnegani if I don't make it through this,” I muttered through another contraction. “Elatha is a Celtic moon Goddess,” he asserted then nodded with an awkward smile on his face. “You're strong and will get through this, Lyric,” he reassured me as Holly told me to push when the urge came.

The air itself seemed to bend away from her. "Tamara?" Kai called out, reaching for her. She looked at him. No recognition in those silver eyes. He was just another shape. Another piece of this broken world. "THE BRIDGE SEES ALL. THE BRIDGE FEELS ALL. THE BRIDGE WILL END ALL SUFFERING." "That's not Tamara anymore," Derek said quietly. "That's the Lunar Blessed. The transformation is complete." Through the mate bond, Kai felt... nothing. The warm presence that was Tamara had gone cold. Like touching ice. Like reaching for someone who wasn't there.

I chuckled the moment that I realized that I am holding the guitar upside down. I cleared my throat and played the intro. "And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow," I closed my eyes when I was sure as hell that I can play it without watching the strings. "You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be' And I don't wanna go home right now," I forced myself to relax when his image flashed in the back of my head. "And all I can taste is this moment, And all I can breathe is your life,

Heat flooded her face, but she stood still. “Nice tits, Myr,” Trey said around his cherry sucker. His gaze moved from her bare breasts to the string of notes written above and below a single line. “There’s no staff, Brian. What in the hell am I looking at?” Brian pointed to the start of the line, near Myrna’s right shoulder. “Middle C. The first chord.” Brian showed Trey his fingering and struck the strings with his pick. Trey moved his hand along his guitar strings, glanced back at the score on Myrna’s skin and nodded. “Okay. I see. Harmony or concert?”