Novel & Cerita Words To Riptide By Vance Joy

I strip off the t-shirt and make my way into the water, goosebumps erupt on my skin from how cold the water is. “Alright Siren, time to come out.” I mutter. I can feel my Siren’s excitement as she pushes herself forward, my teeth sharpening to points, my eyes bleeding black, and my legs turning into a tail with beautiful iridescent blue scales. Time to sing bitch. Covey says with a cackle. And so, I sang, I started with one of my favorite songs Far Side of the World by the band Tide Lines from the Human Realm. The water starts to swirl around me as I sing, since there isn’t a command in my song, the water doesn’t go anywhere.

When I go offstage after song 4, Ambrose and Candy help me out of that and into my cropped sequined hoodie that matches my booty shorts and I grab my “pet’ fiance! I am getting 7 songs tonight, in total and the last 2 are performed with Ambrose and one is played during my quickchange and reentrance. I warm up with “Get this Party Started” by Pink, “RITMO” by Black eyed Peas and J Balvin, “Beso” by ROSALIA and Rauw Alejandro, then ”Fag” by Todrick Hall. I do my quickchange and walk out to “How You Like That” by Black Pink with a leashed and fucking sexy ambrose, my riding crop is in one hand and a belt on my hip holds my whip and the handcuffs. I position ambrose and a hook is slowly dropped

"Mr. Sinclair, Scotty has been missing for more than half a month, I…" "Get out. I told you his business has nothing to do with me. Just hearing his name disgusts me," Hadrian spat out. The loathing in his voice was unmistakable. It seemed as if even the sound of my name would dirty his ears. These days, I had heard far too many cold, cutting words from his mouth. I instinctively clutched my chest, but the familiar ache didn't come. Oh, right. I was dead. It turned out there was no more pain after death.

I replied as vibrations ran along my leg and I relocated my right hand to my pocket grabbing my phone allowing her to move into the shower. "Bro," I called out watching as she slid the shower door open going inside before closing it once more. "Taj just told me the heat moved up north," he announced as continued to stare at her blurry silhouette the love I felt for her flowing freely. "With the Vipers?" I asked frowning as the water sounded around the room. "Yeah, Britt's neighbourhood is safe again," he confirmed leaving me constricted between feelings as hushed voices sounded over the line letting me know he was busy.

The next and the last, Pat turned around and I saw the word “VINCE” I concatenated the sequence of words. “WILL YOU MARRY, VINCE!” I covered my mouth and cried even more with joy. “You’re all I ever need Baby, you're amazing You're my angel come to save me You're all I ever need Baby you're amazing You're my angel come to save me, oohh ... ” Vince slowly walking towards me while still singing. “When it comes to you, baby I'm addicted You're like a drug, no rehab can fix it

'VANCE' Purple screamed at the top of her voice, not caring about the hoarseness of her voice from screaming too much, the night before. Vance's cock twitched uncomfortably when the Girl’s slippery walls chocked him tightly. The sight of the Girl’s body violently jerking and warm cum spluttering forced his knot to form at the base of his cock. The Girl’s body was still jerking as she kept on emptying her juices on both of their bodies.

His words came out tense, and I was sure he’d break the steering wheel, given how tightly he was holding it. “What?” I asked, my fingers feeling cold. Vance turned to look at me for the first time since I uttered Taide’s name from my mouth. If I thought his gaze was accusatory before, now, it was borderline livid. “Is Taide. Your. Fucking. Mate?” I didn’t know how to respond to it. Not at all. To lie, or to tell the truth and ask for his understanding. But Vance took my silence as an answer. He scoffed and looked away from me, his voice was low and icy as he said, “Get out.”

“You’re all gonna be in a world of pain.” I step up to him and smile, and I see his eyes widen. That was an odd ability my smile had on people right before they met my blades. They never really thought I would do anything until it was too late. “Welcome, Roy. My name is Vance Matthew.” At the mention of my name, he trashes against Tony, desperate to get free. “Listen, man, I don’t know what all this is about, but I swear to God I haven’t fucked with anything to do with Vincent Ricci. I know who you are, man.” He falls to his knees like a pathetic roach. “I swear on my mother, man.”

My hips started lifting to chase the friction he was giving me. The kiss turned molten—wet, messy, endless—our lips sliding, tongues tangling, teeth grazing, breaths shared in desperate little pants between each damn claiming pull. My head was starting to get light from his kisses, and the music filled my ears. 🎶 *(Ride it) just lose control* *(Ride it, ride it) come touch my soul* *(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you* *(Ride it) turn the lights down low*

On the tile by the pool stairs, the word RIP had softened at the edges, the letters blurring as if something beneath the glaze were breathing. Outside, mothers began to cry.