Wicked Fanfiction Watching The Musical の小説・ストーリー

Olivia’s POV The music room was alive with chatter as I walked in the next day. The piano keys clinked faintly in the background as someone played a lazy melody, and the faint hum of voices mixed with the rustling of sheet music. But amid all the noise, I could feel it—her gaze. Talia. She was watching me, the same way a predator watches its prey, with a smile that didn’t meet her eyes. She had been parading herself as the queen of music for weeks now, but I couldn’t figure out what I’d done to make her target me so viciously.

Lana said weakly, followed by a long and accented moan of happiness. It was only a matter of time before Lana could feel the hot liquid flowing from her. Her muscles trembled as she closed her eyes and tightened her grip on the hand that the young man was still holding. The young lady's happiness intensified when Andrew continued his seemingly reckless exit and entry into her extremely wet cut. She didn't know if he was planning to kill her with the excessive heat of passion because she was really weak and her throat was really dry because she hadn't stopped muttering and breathing ever since he started pounding her.

Soft music resonated through the air, played by talented werewolf musicians whose melodies seemed to echo the rhythm of our beating hearts. Talon and I took to the center of the garden, surrounded by our loved ones and pack members. The soft grass beneath our feet seemed to embrace our union, while the moonlit canopy overhead bestowed its blessings upon us. We swayed in each other's arms, guided by the music's enchanting cadence, lost in a dance that celebrated our love and the unity of our kind.

The Elysium Foundation chat was bustling with its usual, oblivious energy. Dorian: Did you see the casting for the new musical? Terrible. I could do a better job in my sleep. Oliver: But Dorian, you’re an actor, not a singer… Cipher: OOOOOH BURN! Oliver coming in with the facts! Victoria: Please try to focus on the topic. And Dorian, I’m sure the cast is very talented. But I agree that you could sing very well.

He entered the tub, had no idea why but he felt like she would be safer leaning on him. She noticed and smiled weakly. “Are we finally doing it,Damon?” she said slowly and closed her eyes as though she would fall asleep, her milky white skin, dark hair and strawberry lips, kissed with the tub water were enchanting. The music from the Mp changed to Chris brown's under the influence. The lyrics echoed in his head as he stared at her,she was mumbling the music too,her lips movement was the sexiest thing. 🎶Fuckin'in Robitussin

Just watched, every muscle coiled, waiting to see if I'd fall. I didn't slip. The music dropped. Heavy bass, rhythmic, a heartbeat that matched the pulse in my throat. The floor was a skating rink of malicious intent, oily residue of sabotage trying to sweep my feet out before I'd even begun. 'Nice try, Ivy. You're playing checkers with a woman who's already died once.' I didn't fight the slickness. I leaned into it. The music thundered. I summoned the void.

It caused her eyes to twinkle with happiness. All five Alphas were huddled around a one-way mirror that looked into the chamber. I immediately understood what was so fucking funny. Jackson and two other people were ducking and weaving from person to person, randomly smacking the shit out of them. “Musical Slaps-a-Bitch! That’s what we need to invent,” Brynn said, bouncing excitedly. They looked at her as if she just offered up the holy grail within that suggestion. Thompson pulled out his phone and found the music that he wanted.

Everything was just an act to make her jealous. I almost laughed out loud, feeling utterly absurd. What did they take me for? A tool for their games? The theater lights dimmed as the musical reached a climactic scene. In the darkness, I gripped the armrests tightly, listening to the hushed whispers and rustling sounds of fabric coming from the two beside me. They probably thought the musical's volume was loud enough to drown it out, but I heard everything. Suddenly, a sharp, metallic snap echoed through the theater. Someone screamed, "Watch out above!"

I shrug my shoulders. "They have Footloose playing at different times this month?" "Is Footloose really considered to be a musical?" I furrow my brow while I press my foot down on the accelerator, the open road of the highway opening up in front of us. "I think so, there's singing and dancing in it?" I see her shoulders shrug out of the corner of my eye. It sounds like one she would enjoy, I'll suffer through it. "Alright then, I'll book us some tickets tomorrow" I reply. I'm happily surprised when Amelia leans over in her seat and presses a soft kiss to the side of my cheek.

The thrill of something forbidden, with so many people so close, sent a rush of heat through me. She noticed the change, her breath catching in a sound that felt both startled and tender. Instead of pulling away, she leaned closer, and the space between us disappeared in an instant. From where I was, the nearness of her, the soft movement of fabric, the closeness of it all, it was overwhelming. At that moment, she cheered and danced, waving her glow stick in the air, her eyes fixed on the performers on stage. She was shouting along with the music, "Hubby, I love you, hubby," as if she were calling out to the stars themselves.