The Sound The 1975 Lyrics

"Setiap kenalan sama cewek, gue mengkategorikannya ke dalam lima jari. Apakah dia si Jempol yang sempurna, si Telunjuk yang mengagumkan, si Jari Tengah yang menggairahkan, si Jari Manis yang menggemaskan, dan si Kelingking yang bersahabat,"Entah sudah berapa teguk alkohol yang bersemayam di perut Cana. Lelaki berusia seperempat abad itu meracau di hadapan sahabatnya, Aubree, seorang penulis novel. Urusan Aubree sendiri menemui Cana lantaran dia ingin menyewa sound system untuk event launching novel besar-besarannya. Kebetulan, salah satu usaha keluarga besar Cana adalah penyewa alat musik dan sound system."Terus? Tipe mana yang bakal jadi istri lo?" Meski jengah dengan topik pembicaraannya, Aubree penasaran juga dengan jawaban Cana."Si Kuku," jawab Cana dengan tatapan mata yang belum fokus."Kuku?" Aubree mendelik."Yaa... Kuku. Kuku kan ada di lima jari. Jadi dia bisa jadi lima-limanya buat gue.""Hoo gitu, Can. Sudah dapat Si Kuku itu, Can?""Udah,""Siapa?"Sampai akhirnya, lelaki itu menunjuk Aubree, "You!"Siapa yang menduga jika apa yang diceritakan Cana kepada Aubree semalam suntuk ini membuat lelaki ini merasa kartu ASnya digenggam oleh Aubree. Dilihat dari kategori yang diciptakan Cana pun, Aubree memang unik.Wajar dan mungkin memang benar...Dia unik.Dia si kuku lima jari.

"Who is she?" My voice came out weak, foreign to my own ears. I despised the way it sounded--like a scared child-and I hated how he made me feel so small, so powerless. He let his breath out in a noisy sigh-a low, suffering sound, as if he was putting up with something beneath him. "Are we really doing this?" His voice was low now, tined with irritation. "It's not what you think. And even if it was, what are you going to do about it? You blind bat?" I froze, as tears slid down my face. I was just blind to him. A burden.

The novel, "Legend Of The Jungle". Is ani magination story full of love, hope, lost, battleand war. The story started with slavery and clash between two states but end with unity and love. Sir Mallow, Lord of the castle, led his citizens to gather inside the castle to worship their Gods at night. Not knowing that their enemy was already with them. Suddenly,the sound of "Boom" was heard and everything began to clash. All the houses were burnt and everywhere was scattered. Finally,the Lord of the castle,Sir Mallow was Captured and everyone surrender which Mark's the beginning of slavery. Thanks to the legend of the jungle who deliver us from slavery, the novel is dedicated to all story lover's.

He was so stubborn, adamant not to marry the girl he had never encountered with. She was left alone standing at the altar, humiliated. Her betrothed left her alone on their wedding day. Eight years later, they finally locked eyes. In the most stupid place and even more stupid condition. The worst part? He fell in love with her. Hard. He had to start from below zero, making up his mistakes for a girl from the past. Wouldn't stop until she accepts him anymore. But we know trouble always gets in the way. A big one. This may sound like a fight he could never win.

She was killed by her husband and her twin sister just because of her money, left to burn with the baby in her womb, and after obtaining a third degree burn, she is left unrecognizable, a complete monster. But that doesn't bother her, because her baby is safe and sound, but then, she hears that her baby, her precious baby boy did not make it, and all hell is let loose. Now, after going through numerous plastic surgeries, she is reborn, with more vigor and fire in her heart, and more beauty to her credit. She is set out to kill and destroy, and nothing will stand in her way, not even a second chance at love; or will it?

When Lola gets the chance to participate in an experiment to win a million dollars she does not hesitate. All she has to do is insert herself with werewolf DNA and find out if werewolves still exist. Sound like a piece of cake right? In reality, she ends up in the middle of a mate hunt and gets claimed by Noah grey. The ruthless alpha of the Grey Oak pack. Lola has no intention of finding a mate and certainly doesn't let a man tell her what to do. But as she slowly gets accustomed to the werewolf ways, she discovers some dirty secrets hidden. She realizes that even for creatures from legends not everything is always as it seems.

I woke up to the sound of a mysterious groan. It was the groan of a man. I saw him playing with his manhood, causing me to close my eyes. I decided to pretend to sleep and tried to ignore what he was doing. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment and discomfort. He is just so shameless. He is a fae a mythical creature but I also have already a vampire mate. What should I do if I love him too? Should I just bury this feeling? Or rather than forget them? A werewolf with more than two mates is it possible? Or someone is fooling her? How should she face the biggest revelation of her real family?

Simple lang ang buhay na mayroon si February, nag-aalaga ng manok tuwing umaga, gigising para magsaka at magdidilig ng mga halaman. Typical na buhay nga raw ng isang probinsiyana. Isa lang naman kasi ang gusto nito, 'yon ang makapagtapos at maiahon sa hirap ang pamilya. Maayos ang buhay niya hanggang sa dumating ito... he was like a hurricane that cause her life upside down. She loves the rain. She love the sound of it, the raindrops and everything about it but what if the rain fall so hard that it destroy something important to her? Will she still love it when the rain poured?

“Desmond,” I breathed out, “don’t.” But he didn't listen to my plea. His lips found my neck, his teeth gently grazing the frantic pulse that betrayed my panic. My skin instantly lit up beneath his mouth, a complete traitor to my mind. When his hand slid lower, tugging at the drawstring of my skirt, a terrifying mix of panic and deep heat crashed together inside me. “Desmond, please. This is wrong.” “Nothing about you has ever been wrong to me,” he growled out against my throat. Clothes instantly fell away as if they had never mattered. My shirt. His shirt. My skirt. The last threads of my will to fight. He settled heavily between my thighs, a burning hot weight. I felt him hard against me, thick and urgently insistent. My breath hitched sharply when the blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance. “Tell me to stop, Ana,” he said, his voice ragged, his eyes desperately locked on mine. “Say the word, and I will immediately.” I opened my mouth to speak. No sound escaped. He pushed in, moving with agonizing slowness, stretching me open inch by painful inch. A broken, strangled sound left my throat as he filled me completely, buried deep to the hilt inside my most intimate space. My inner walls instantly clenched around him, shocked, aching, and intensely alive. He stilled his movement, letting me fully register every powerful throb of him inside me. “Fuck, Ana,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. “You feel completely like mine.” Then, he moved again.

I was reborn back to 1975, when the child in my womb was three months old. I did not tell anyone and quietly had an abortion. However, I still wrapped cotton around my belly every day, pretending the baby was still there. In my past life, my husband Declan Huxley's childhood sweetheart Jane Patton and I gave birth on the same day. She had a healthy, ordinary baby boy. But my child looked nothing like us—he was mixed-race, with features of the Valorian people. Declan and I were both locals, so there was no way our son could look like this. Enraged, Declan scolded me in front of everyone, accusing me of cheating on him and having a disgraceful affair with a Valorian. No matter how many times I explained, no one believed me, and I became the shameful woman everyone pointed at. Worse still, Declan reported me and handed in some foreign letters he found at home, which led to me being taken by federal agents and sentenced as a spy. I spent ten years in prison, and when I finally walked out, I was nothing but skin and bones. Meanwhile, Declan had climbed the ranks for his so-called loyalty to the country. He held Jane's hand and brought along my real son, Seth Huxley, then threw 500 dollars at me like it was charity. He said, "Back then, Jane was accidentally deceived by someone else and gave birth to that brat. Unlike you, she has a gentle nature and couldn't endure hardship, so I had no choice but to switch your children. "This money is payment for your ten years and your reputation. You have a criminal record, and I already filed for divorce long ago to be with Jane. Seth also thinks you're not worthy of me, so you better take care of yourself." Seth also looked at me with disgust. "Mommy Jane treats me very well, and she's not like you; she's never been to prison. I don't want a mother like you!" When I learned the truth, the fury was so overwhelming that I had a stroke and died in despair. In this new life, I want to see how they plan to scheme against me when the child is already gone.