The Middle Lirik Novels & Stories

I stood barefoot in the center, palms open. “Focus on your breathing,” Lira instructed. “If there’s residual energy, it should respond to your pulse.” “Define response,” I muttered. “Hopefully not by blowing up the room,” Kael said dryly from the corner. I shot him a glare, then closed my eyes.

she mumbled while looking at Riri with her hand around her waist making Riri smile in defeat "Okay, you win, but the second winner is the person who comes to the kitchen door late...." quickly turned her body while sticking out her tongue Riri ran leaving Lily down the stairs but Lily didn't want to lose then she slide down the banister making Riri gasp when she stood at the bottom of the stairs staring at her who sticking her tongue back and singing while walking happily "I guess I'm older now....and I ain't got not time to cry-" "Hey, cheating is not allowed!!" Riri shouted as she descended the stairs but Lily just shook her head by shaking her body walking towards the kitchen room as she

I said, "we're done." He paused. Only then did he notice the suitcase. "Is this about the mic?" I said nothing. He rubbed his temple. "Mira, come on. Lily was nervous. It was her first label showcase. I was helping her get comfortable." "She sang my part." "She tried a harmony." "You gave her The Last Firework." "It was one rehearsal." "She missed the second verse." "She has a tone people remember." "She came in flat on the bridge." "She has instinct."

The Middle was an engineered world, carved into bedrock and woven into the colossal roots of the Mother Tree that stood hundreds of feet above on the surface of Triune. There were terraces, gardens, workshops, and sparing rooms. The Middle, both laboratory and home to those who live there, a long apprenticeship in training and survival. One that must be endured in order to step through the Moondoor and onto the Phebus lit shores of the Upper. The muted rasp of Gilly’s own breathing felt like a betrayal as she raced ahead, a reckless defiance against her odds of survival. For being a moment late wasn't merely an infraction; it was an act of war.

*In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night Just call my name, I'm yours to tame In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night I'm wide awake, I crave your taste* He brings his lips onto mine, causing the world around me to spin, the butterflies to burst free in my stomach and the hairs on my skin to scream out in happiness. My toes curl as I taste him, my heart leaps with joy and my brain refuses to think about anything else but this moment. *All night long 'til morning comes I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours, oh no, ooh In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, oh*

I'm really impressed with myself. "You're improving, my dear Xeenalah. I like that, " he said. "Correction, Agent 44. And please, stop it, Klein, " I said too. "Correction, Agent 45, " he said while mimicking my voice. "Whateva, " I said and rolled my eyes at him. "Hey! That's enough! Go back to your rooms. " In a deep baritone voice, our second head said to us. We immediately pay attention to him.

Something flickered in his gaze— a flash of old sorrow. He turned away quickly. “This conversation is over.” He left her standing in the silence, the mirrors around her shimmering faintly with light That wasn’t supposed to exist here. --- The Song Liora waited until midnight. Then she climbed to the roof of the hall, where the city stretched beneath her like a sleeping beast. The moon hung pale and thin above— not red, not gold, just white and distant. She sat at the edge and began to hum.