A Thousand Years In Piano Notes Novels & Stories

My pregnant colleague told me to get her a drink. However, she had severe stomach ache after the drink and suffered a miscarriage. In the hospital, she was crying about how I harmed her. Her family members beat me up badly, even extorted 150 thousand dollars in compensation from me. I made a police report and was ready to take legal action against them. However, his mother-in-law pushed me to the middle of the road, and I was crushed to death by being run over by a truck.

18+ “I don't care if you are in love with my brothers or want them as much as I want you, but you are mine. As long as you are with me, in my room, and your legs spread apart, with my c**k buried deep inside you. You are mine and mine alone," Ashair said as he slammed his c**k deeper into her, and a moan escaped Blair's lips. ~~~~~~~~~ After a near-death plane crash, Blair was teleported to a world of Lycans, where she met the three Lycan kings. They all claimed her as their mate and abducted her to keep her in their world. At first, Blair fought against their plans, but sooner, she soon realized that she felt connected to the brothers, but she had no idea who to choose between the three brothers even though they all made her heart beat fast. Ashair, Athens, and Alaric are brothers and the Lycans kings ruling over the Lycan worlds. After a great fight a thousand years ago, Athens and Alaric became possessed by the spirit of the soul stealers, and the only way to break their curse was through their mate. When Blair came, they all knew they could never let her go until they claimed her as their own and hopefully broke the curse. Will the curse be broken? Who will Blair end up with? All three brothers or one?

My five-year marriage with Alexander was like a couture gown, ripped to shreds. "I want Victoria to show your collection for the New York Fashion Week spring preview." My husband Alexander's voice cut through the sketch I was working on. I stopped drawing. I must have heard him wrong. "What did you say?" "Victoria is new. She needs a platform. Your new spring collection is the perfect springboard for her." "You're a showstopper every year. What's the harm in giving her one shot?" he asked, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "Besides, the brand needs new blood." I stared at the man I'd spent five years with. Suddenly, his face looked sharp, unfamiliar. "Do you have any idea how many nights I've stayed up working on this collection? And you want to give it to some new assistant?" "Evelyn, don't be so petty. It's just a preview." His expression turned cold. "I've already decided." I clenched my fists, a thousand emotions churning inside me. Fine. If you're going to treat me like this, don't blame me for leaving you.

Ten years of marriage, and my husband slid the divorce papers across his mahogany desk. "You contributed nothing to this family. Under the prenup, you walk away with nothing." "Consider this a courtesy. Ten thousand a year. A hundred grand for a decade of your youth." "Don't even think about touching a cent of family money." I smiled and signed. I'm the kind of woman who's already died once. The next day, I took that hundred-thousand-dollar check and walked straight into the territory of his most dangerous enemy—Dominic Salucci. The man who controls half the East Coast underworld looked at me like I was inventory he hadn't ordered. "Why should I help you?" I leaned in close. "Because I know every decision Vincent Moretti is going to make for the next ten years. Every property. Every shipping route. And I know about the son he's hiding in Zurich." He studied me for a long moment. Then he smiled. "Interesting." What he doesn't know—what Vincent doesn't know—is that in my last life, men like them buried me without a second thought. This time, I'm going to watch every last one of them kneel.

At Crestfall College, Paul Adriano is untouchable—beautiful, brilliant, and born into prestige. Admired by many, approached by none, his cold arrogance keeps the entire school at a distance. Then there's Louis Walker. He's new, a sports player, with a smile that's way too cheerful and no idea how to protect himself. The moment he sees Paul, Louis is completely smitten—and he doesn't hide it. In just a few days, everyone on campus is talking about his open love notes and the homemade treats he brings every day. Paul doesn't really care… but he does like the treats. Then comes the bet. After losing to a friend, Paul is forced into a ridiculous punishment: date the first person he sees at school the next morning for thirty days. And guess who it is? Louis. What begins as a meaningless deal soon spirals into something far more complicated. Because Louis isn’t just persistent—he’s genuine. And Paul isn’t as untouchable as he seems. But when the truth behind their relationship surfaces, will thirty days be enough to build something real… or destroy everything Louis believed in?

I was setting up a weekend shopping list on the tablet my husband had just replaced for our home system. A notification popped up. He had forgotten to log out of a shared, encrypted family calendar— one I didn’t recognize. There was only one unfamiliar profile photo. I tapped it. A list titled “My Little Princess – Personal Notes” filled the screen. My Little Princess doesn’t drink alcohol—only mineral water or herbal tea. No late nights. She needs absolute quiet to sleep. She gets anxious easily—keep fresh white lilies in the house and her favorite vanilla chocolates on hand. I scrolled slowly, my expression unreadable. The final entry was bolded. Highlighted. “Next Wednesday: take my Little Princess to choose her wedding crown.” I closed the screen. Then I picked up my phone and called my husband. “Love,” I said gently. “Does your Little Princess prefer a classic European bridal crown… or something more traditional? I thought I could help you choose.”

What do you do when you find out your fiancé is the biggest douche on Earth? A Liar, and a traitor? Your heart shatters into a thousand pieces. Madison finds out that her longtime boyfriend Gustaf has leaked videos of them together all over the internet for the whole world to see. Disappointed and heartbroken, she decides to leave her boyfriend without confrontation. With no money of her own and no , she calls Stanley, her big brother who raised her. Stanley agrees to let Madison move in with him. As two former orphans, her brother is overprotective of her, but so is her brother's best friend, Victor Giovanni, who she has been trying to avoid for the last few years. Why? Because crushing on your brother's best friend never ends well. Madison knew she had to bury her emotions for Victor years ago. Victor is infuriatingly handsome and wealthy. Madison doesn't know how he can afford to live a life in such luxury, but she knows it might be better to be kept in the dark because some secrets aren't meant to be revealed. But what do you do when you return home only to find out your childhood crush is now a beautiful man full of mysteries?

"The five hundred thousand has already made you my wife." After he was betrayed by his best, friend all hotelier Dylan Vergara wants is revenge but resourceful and feisty Ella came as a surprise and the feelings he once had for her that were beginning to surface hadn’t been part of his plan. Blackmailed into a marriage of convenience to pay her family's debt, Ella loathes the arrogant young billionaire who thinks the entire world revolves around him. Caught between her feelings

On Christmas Eve, my friend, Lenny Gibson, sends me a text message. "I've rented a Maybach for our cat so that we can go back to our hometown for the holidays. It'll be seven thousand dollars per person. The car is fitted with air conditioning and security cameras. Don't you think this is a good deal?" I glance at my bank app, which has just deducted my monthly house mortgage from my account. "Nah. Bebe isn't a spoiled princess. I can't afford to rent such an expensive car." The next day, I receive a selfie of Lenny hugging Bebe while seated in the Maybach. "It's such a shame that you aren't here, Noah. The Maybach's owner is a hot chick, not to mention she's kind-hearted enough to give me a ride home as well!" On the evening of Christmas, I hear sounds of rapid knocking coming from the front door as soon as I enter the house. Lenny's anxious parents can be seen standing on the doorstep. "Is Lenny here with you? He hasn't come home at all! He told us yesterday that he wanted to prepare a birthday gift for you, so he had us give him 20 thousand dollars!" Before I can recover from my shock, the police come knocking on my door as well. It turns out that I'm the last person Lenny has contacted…

In the eighth year of helping Keith Hunter pay off his debts, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer. I tested the waters and asked him, half joking, "If I got cancer, would you save me?" He laughed, saying I was overthinking it. Then he added firmly, "If it ever came to that, I would sell my blood to pay for your treatment." I lay awake all night, tossing and turning, still feeling like I couldn't drag him down with me. Before taking a sleeping pill, a notification popped up on my phone about a social media post. [How do I dump an older woman who paid off my debts for eight years without too much drama?] The profile picture looked eerily like Keith's silhouette from behind. He wrote, [Eight years ago, my family went bankrupt. She stuck with me, living off dry toast and squeezing into a rented apartment. She helped me pay back over 600 thousand dollars in debt. [Back then, I thought she was innocent and cute. Now, I feel like she's just a materialistic woman putting on an act. [Last month, she even asked whether I would save her if she got cancer. How does someone even ask that? [Obviously, she was trying to get money out of me. Good thing I didn't tell her that my family recovered three years ago. [Now, my family has arranged a fiancée for me. She's the daughter of a publicly listed company. [I want to cut things off with my girlfriend, but I'm afraid she'll cling to me. After all, she wasted a lot of her youth on me.] By the time I finished reading, I had crushed the stomach cancer diagnosis in my hand into a wrinkled mess.