Gabriel never really wanted a mate, but each time he saw one of his pack members with theirs he ached for one. He saw how happy and content they were, he never thought to find the one who he would want as his mate. That all changed when he first saw Cassie, a young and beautiful girl with long thick black hair that curled at the bottom, the most dark brown eyes and the most full lips he had ever seen. All that strangely matched her pale skin, he wanted to put his hand on her body, wanted to know how it would feel, how she would react to him touching her. She had only been living in town for a hari and boys where already standing in lines for her. She ignored them and that pleased him, knowing that she didn’t care for all those boys. But there was something strange about her; she came to live with her mother Sofia who was a member of the Shadow pride, nobody knew why they’d come to live here were the Storm pride ruled. The hari they arrived Sofia had a long talk with Zach, alpha of the Storm pride, nobody knew what they’d disgusted behind closed doors. That’s the hari he saw Cassie and the hari he never stopped thinking about her and the way she’d made him feel. But to his disappointment he rarely saw her it was like her mother hid her away in that house of theirs. “Hey Gab, anda still in there?” Gabriel came out of his thoughts to find his long time friend and fellow pack member waving a hand in front of his face. “I’m fine Zane” He brushed his hand trough his brown hair, trying to forget the girl he never could have. “Thinking about her again aren’t we” it wasn’t a pertanyaan but a statement, Gabriel didn’t have to ask who his friend was revering to. Zane had a feeling that Gabriel had a thing for Sofia’s girl, although he never shows it if she’s around.” No just looking for a cute thing in here” he turned his head and saw a brunette throwing him her cutest smile. “She looks good to bite in to” Zane saw the brunette Gabriel was revering to, she sat not far from them, she wore a very low cute dress that fit her well. “If she’s your kind of girl” Gabriel hated when Zane started to act like that “fine I’m out of here then, it’s not like I have anything better to do” He gave Zane a nod and left the bar.It was a cold evening, but it didn’t bother him, then he picked up her scent. She smelled like mawar mix with strawberries and vanilla, he saw her walking just a few feet away from him. He picked up his paste and was beside her in less than a minute. “Hey Cassie” she looked up startled, but smiled as she recognized him. Dammit he so badly wanted to press his lips against hers instead he smiled back at her. “Mind if I walk with you?” it seemed like she was hesitating for a detik before she gave a nod in agreement. It was hard for him to form words when she was so close to him, with every breath he took he inhaled her scent, he wanted to membungkus, bungkus his arms around her and tug her close so he could smell her sweet scent even better.Control yourself Gabriel; he berkata to himself what would she think of him if he did membungkus, bungkus his arm around her, he was o-so tempted to find that out. But not today, not now, but one hari maybe just maybe… they’d walked the rest of the way without saying a word to each other. Gabriel couldn’t come up with a thing to say, so he just watched her and saw every detail. From how her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight to how her brown eyes looked even darker in the night. She broke the silence between them “I’m home, thanks for walking with me” she turned around and was walking to the door when she stopped and looked back at me. I hadn’t moved, still waiting for her to go inside. There was a faint smile on her face then she berkata a quick “Goodnight Gabriel” and was already inside. I was amazed at how fast she’d move, but she still looked elegant and sexy.
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't ayunan me oleh my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if anda destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't ayunan me oleh my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if anda destroy me.
No matter how much anda wish for lebih it happens like the jam glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test oleh our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test oleh our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in cinta with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in cinta with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood oleh me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To tampil them that...
Their work was useful.
To tampil them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to tampil all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood oleh me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To tampil them that...
Their work was useful.
To tampil them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to tampil all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.