Treat You Better Chords Novels & Stories

“First time I saw you, I thought you were so beautiful. Broken beautiful. You have a beautiful heart. I want to see you happy. Free as a bird. Tell me what I must do…” His voice came back to my head. My eyes brimmed with tears. I shut them tightly. “Bastard,” I sobbed. “Get rid of him already.”

Easier said than done I thought you were Instead of my head, you found another, better one I won't let you forget me

I'm going to get mad if you keep being so polite with me. Phoebe couldn't help smiling. "Alright, then. I'll stop being polite with you. I'm honored that you consider me a friend, and I want to treat you the same way you've treated me. Come to me if you have any problems—I'll definitely help you out."

“Miriam, sign the papers and leave if you don’t want to get hurt.” “Get hurt?” she scoffed, a mocking laugh, “You should be more worried about yourself. You think you can survive without me?” she pointed conceitedly at herself as she asked this. “I was, before you returned to the country. And I was doing even better back then,” he shot back. “So you’re saying I’m not as good as your ex, huh? That classless Lily?” “Whatever you think. I don’t have time for your tantrums." Miriam’s face became uglier. She lunged at her husband, intending to hit him, but he grabbed her right hand, his face stern.

Song recommendation- Earned It by The Weekend, ZITTI E BOUNI by Maneskin, Enemy by Imagine Dragons I*G- (the_fem_ink_) _______________________________________ A shiver ran down my spine when I heard about the ‘better ones’. What would he do? Shaking my head, I heaved a sigh and walked to where he sat. Once I was close enough, I stopped in my steps and stared at his lap with a heated face. He always got his way, no matter what.

The word I know to lessen the tension but they laughed at me. "There's a better word yous should say other than sorry because your sorry won't solve anything. The disaster you created is still here. And by the way, I almost forgot to tell you." He stared at me checking how curious I am to what is he going to say. I'm curious about everything right now. I don't care if it's small or big that is! I wanted to know how the hell it ended like this.

"Today, I'm going to cut your heart out just to see what color it really is." "Mommy…"

His full, black brows, and his stunning set of teeth. He becomes her muse. When Kyle catches her one day, all bets are off. He agrees to model for her for real. Up close and personal. Can Waverly withstand the heat? ------------------------- 1 - Waverly. The bar is quieter than usual tonight. Music thrums from the speakers on the wall: a mellow country tune to suit the rain pattering outside. Locals huddle in a few booths, chatting and laughing while one group deals out cards, but the atmosphere tonight is laid back. Warm and lazy.

"I know I can treat you better than he can And any girl like you deserves a gentleman Tell me why are we wasting time On all your wasted crying When you should be with me instead I know I can treat you better Better than he can . . . " His gaze was still on Akira after he finished his song and that was probably because he wanted to map her reaction, he wanted to know what she felt about him .

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?”