drunk dazed lyrics

THE first time Arianna and Enrique met was the night she was gifted to grace his bed. When he woke up and discovered the blood on the sheets in the morning, his conscience wouldn’t silence him up. He was drunk and all he could remember was how their moans melded and the soft, responsive body under him. But she was a virgin. How could he have been so wrong? ARIANNA knew the wealthy Enrique Quiroz for a very long time. He was the only son of the plantation’s Don. She never dreamed he was the man waiting for her that night. When she had dreaded for hell in a stranger’s bed… it had been heaven. Bliss. The shocking completion of her womanhood. When she left him, she also left a part of her that only he could give back. ENRIQUE hunted for the stranger whose beautiful face haunts him every night only to discover she was right under his nose. He could have her, make her his lover. He couldn’t forget that night, how their kisses made him think only of passion and sweet wine. She has no power to resist him. He is obsessed. He can’t not have her again, and again, and again… But Arianna fought him just as much as she fought to survive her miserable life even though he promised her everything. Everything except his heart. And in the war that ensued, their hearts were ruined by love, that power that makes those who surrender win, and those who cower are set free…

Everything was going downhill. Caterina Mari Santelli is having trouble. At first she struggled to remember who the man in her hospital room was. Now, she doesn't exactly know if she loves him or hates him even more (the thought of planning a wedding to a man you hate isn't exactly inviting). She's also in distress knowing that her plans aren't going the way she planned. To add to her list of dilemmas, she's having PTSD and is afraid to even hold a gun, much more shoot one. Lucas De Marchi is just a dazed man walking. Something warm towards Caterina was building inside of him. He knows exactly what that feeling is and knows exactly how dangerous it is. But despite his efforts to stop his feelings, he always finds himself doing dirty business with her or for her. He's confused about Mari, and he's worried about his family and his sanity. To finally put that luscious cherry on top, Matteo Santelli, Caterina's uncle, has heard of her and Lucas' soon-to- be-wedding and is mad for being uninvited. Now the church doors are open. Only problem is, no one knows exactly if it's for a wedding or a funeral.

Ethan is a huge music fan. Because the lyrics express their emotions or experiences. Music was his comfort, his refuge, and his dearest companion. As a result, his desire to be an artist began. He desired to perform on stage as well as on the street. Just to let the world know about his musical talent and passion. Lily left his home because of his stepfather. She has only one dream, and that is to finish her studies. But how can she complete her studies if she doesn't have enough money? She finds it tough to consume three meals a day. Fortunately, she met a friend named Claire and recruited her as a production assistant in a huge corporation. But there's a catch. She must be married to the CEO's son in order to be admitted into their company.

Who would you choose when your left between the two of them? The one which you've been best friends forever and suggests playing lovers to make the other one jealous? Or the bad vampire who is impatient to take his mate from this world? They don't care. They own the world they live in. Ruthless prices in different worlds. For them, nothing is far in love and war. Who's gonna beat the other? What about the girl standing between the two lovers? Which one is she gonna choose? .... " How drunk are you?" He said as his eyes fell to my lips again. " Scale of one to ten? Solid twelve." I don't know when I got so out of breath, but I felt like all the oxygen that was once in my lungs had escaped without me even noticing. " You?" " Thirteen and a half." He responded not taking his eyes off my lips." How much are you going to regret in the morning?" " A lot." " Want to make it more?" " Yes!" I responded not even thinking.

To forget the pain she is feeling when she caught her boyfriend cheating with her half-sister, Lumiere went to the club to get drunk and find herself. There, she met Rage Forger, a snobbish but handsome man. At first she thought she wouldn't get his attention however when she drunk danced on the dance floor, suddenly someone hugged her back she immediately felt his warm body and fragrant smell. It's their first time meeting however they ended up in a one night stand. She lost her virginity to a stranger who she thought she would never see again but that's where she made a mistake the next day it's her first day working  in her new job, as the secretary to the CEO.  What she didn't know is that the big boss turned out to be the man on whom she had one night stand with!

I’d been in love with Cassian Cross—my brother’s best friend, the one and only mafia boss in the NYC—for as long as I could remember. On the night of my twentieth birthday, my brother promised me a surprise. I didn’t expect that surprise to be a very drunk, very kissable Cassian. One reckless night. One baby boy. Cassian agreed to marry me after giving birth. But the day I gave birth to Leo, Cassian said nothing. He just packed up and vanished to France for nearly five years. Then he returned with Alessia. His first love. And when she saw Leo and me, she ran away and disappeared. After that, Cassian never left my side. Like he was trying to be the man I needed all along, that we were finally going to have our chance. But fairytales are lies wrapped in pretty paper. On Leo’s sixth birthday, we were driving to dinner. The brakes failed. The car spun onto the highway, flames licking at the engine. Cassian got out. And then he locked the door. “If it weren’t for you, Alessia would still be by my side. Now? It’s your turn to suffer.” It wasn’t until that moment I understood—Cassian had never loved me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my twenties birthday. Cassian was in my bed, exactly where I’d left him in the past. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I ran. And on my way out, I made the call I should’ve made the first time. To Alessia.

Kristina will accidentally and unexpectedly give her cherished Dignity and Cleanliness as a woman to the young man she meets in just one night. In short, Kristina got a one-night stand with Troy Madrigal for the reason that both of them are drunk and not in the right frame of mind. But despite the accident that happened between them. It would make sense to Kristina, even she once regretted the mistake she had made why she had given herself to a young man she didn't know very well. It seemed like she just had a preference and interest in the young man after the hot event that happened to them that night. Which seemed to lead to the point that she fell in love with the young man in just an instant. Can Kristina continue her feelings for the young man, who after taking advantage will leave her alone just like a hired woman? Will she be able to love the young man when they meet again after disappearing like a bubble?

"I’m a good girl—until I got drunk in Vegas and married a panties-flaming-hot Irishman. Oops. I’ve always lived my life by the rules. Unlike my two sisters, I’m the good one. The responsible one. Going outside my comfort zone is when I wear red lipstick before five PM. That comfort zone of mine? It’s smashed to smithereens on a wild night in Las Vegas when I met—and married—Liam Gallagher. After one shot of tequila, then two, then too many to count, a good girl’s rules tend to disappear. And so do her panties, and her bra, and various other articles of clothing when she’s with an Irishman who knows his way around a woman’s body. Now my husband wants us to stay married. For six months. He says it’ll be worth my while. Considering our chemistry underneath the sheets, I can’t say that he’s wrong. Liam isn’t safe, though. Liam definitely isn’t comfortable. He’s like the male equivalent of wearing red lipstick in the daytime all wrapped up in an irresistible, dangerous package. Yet this stubborn Irishman isn’t about to let me go, drunken Princess Bride-themed Vegas wedding or no. Now I have to decide if I’m brave enough to break the rules for love."

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."

When Rachel gets drunk at a bar, hurt letting herself fall in love with her boss, even after knowing it would hurt her the most in the end. She doesn’t like alcohol because it takes her emotions out of control. But on that day, she’d rather be drunk than remember the one she loves. She knows Jayce wants nothing but the occasional sex they have from time to time, and that her feelings will only make matters worse. Rachel doesn’t want the same fate as her mother, but she can’t stop following in her footsteps, falling in love with somebody who can never love her. But the thought of losing Jayce makes her forget all her troubling past. Later, when Rachel was all drunk and lost, Jayce came to her rescue. That led Rachel to confess her feelings for him, making Jayce realize that falling in love wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. Later, he takes her to his home, promising to confess her feelings to her in the morning when she is sane. But in the morning, Rachel remembered her silly confession. In her mind, she thought that this could be the end of their relationship and left Jayce asleep, with the commitment of never seeing Jayce again. But on waking up, when Jayce can’t find Rachel. He came to know that she was gone, leaving him alone with no sign of her whereabouts. But he can’t leave her, not now, when she’s the only hope of happiness in her life. He wants Rachel back in his life, in his arms, where she really belongs.