Who Sang Blurred Lines Novels & Stories

"What?" "I might be blind, my sweet wife, but I can hear how shallow your breathing is," Damien murmured, his lips curving into a dangerous, lazy smile. "You're suffocating in that silk. Take it off. Change into something comfortable. Pretend I’m not even here." Avery stared at him. Her eyes darted from his relaxed posture to the pitch-black sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s blind, she reminded herself, her face flushing a deep, burning crimson. He can't see a thing. To him, the room is completely dark.

I ask with a smile on my face. “I don’t do singing,” he responds. “Oh, then I have just the thing that will change your tune.” The silence around is overwhelming. I know that all eyes are on me “Give me another blindfold.” I can feel the soft texture of the small fabric in my hands. I wrap the blindfold around clenched fists. Walk towards Gregory. Slowly. Just when I was about to bind the blindfold around his eyes, he pushed my hands away. “Get hold of him!” I shout.

“You going soft, Cross?” “No,” I say, quiet and flat. “Just sick of pretending a warm mouth makes a woman worth anything.” And all I can think is: Lana would’ve choked just to spit me back in my own lap. And I would’ve fucking loved it. “Now.” One word. Sharp as a gunshot. Cold as execution. The air shifts. The room doesn’t go quiet—it submits. Even the music dulls, like the bass knows better than to interrupt. The blonde looks up at me, eyes wide and glossy. She doesn’t know what’s coming. But some animal instinct in her spine is already screaming.

Mordiana took advantage of the water and made spears out of them. Athena backed up, afraid. Dao smirked on her shoulder and warned, “You’ll die if you leave the group.” “She’s right,” Zale said, taking up the defence on the rear. Princess Ztar took in a deep breath and hummed, releasing her powers out fully to give her brother a chance to fight. Sgoth gathered the wind element around them and used the webs that were stuck at first to catch a few spiders. From above them all, Igris stood in the air with Algin at his side.

Ethan said with mock drama, “because I was fully prepared to roast fake celebrities and cry during your acceptance speech.” Lydia burst out laughing again nearly doubling over. “Stop. I swear. I’d have given you a standing ovation.” Ethan smirked. “Oh, you’d have screamed when I hit my best line.” She wheezed, wiping under her eyes. “Okay, yeah...now I’m actually mad it’s not happening tonight.” He stepped in closer, grinning. “I promise to make it better when it does.” “You better.” Lydia let out a breath, looked around at the stars, the table, the photos, the slow fading music. Her voice softened

When I woke, the world was still gray. The kind of gray that blurs the line between dawn and the lingering weight of night. My eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the faint light spilling across the room, not sunlight exactly, just the pale wash of an early hour. Damian was there.

I whispered. I tapped it open, scrolled and read. I felt something inside me drop straight to the ground. “Multiple painted artwork in your submitted draft have been flagged for potential plagiarism.” The words blurred, then sharpened again as though mocking me. “I didn’t…” I started, but the words didn’t come out right. “I didn’t do this. To think I was about to submit the same thing again but modified or something.” I looked up at him, my chest tight. “I didn’t do this.”

"Somebody, help!" His pleading cry echoes through my eardrum, alarming every cell in me. "Cassandra?" Crayvin chokes. My chest clenches and my breath is caught behind my throat. Tears prickle my eyes and my vision begins to blur. No, no, no. This can't be happening! "Crayvin," I murmur between sobs. I fist my palm into his shirt, praying and demanding that he doesn't leave me.

Who am I to complain about this glorious feast? I was just looking at her, swallowing and seemingly salivating while she fiddled with the speaker there, and before I could even ask, Robin Thicke's song "Blurred Lines" echoed inside that room, as she was now sexily walking towards me, still biting her lower lip. Oh god, wolf help? ‘Enjoy the show, Juls!’ The tone of my wolf, my friend, was the type that made her look like she wanted to eat her prey. I guess, my wolf and I felt the same way. Why can't I speak? Speechless? Natalia is so hot!

"Maren, Sim and I were born the same year, and we grew up together. This is how we've always been. There aren't really any boundaries between us." I looked at Simon. He was frowning, completely unable to see anything wrong with Ivy's words. Yet in the three years we had dated, he had demanded boundaries from me to an almost brutal degree. I couldn't go to his home. I couldn't touch his phone. I couldn't enter his circle of friends. Even when I accidentally touched the air freshener in his car, he would frown. "Maren, I don't like other people touching my things." All the rules and lines he drew for me became meaningless when they reached Ivy.