Beethoven Stories Novels & Stories

"That explains why you were wandering around here yesterday. Word of advice; don't come here if you don't want any weird rumours spreading about you. It'll be bad if someone sees you coming from here. A new student like you wouldn't want the others avoiding you, right?" This guy acted so scary yesterday, but now he's just giving me advice. His personality is all over the place. Wait- "They'll avoid me if I keep coming here?" I asked. "That's what I said, didn't I? So stop coming here." "Then it's decided, I'm gonna join the light music club." The guy stopped strumming and dropped his guitar pick as he stared at me with a look of disbelief. "Didn't you hear what I said??" He asked with a frus

She quizzed playing with his hair as he tried to comb it down. She knew her husband holds a grudge on his twin brother and he doesn't have to the intention of letting it go. His expression changed, this is not the time to talk about a traitor. Hassan betrayed his trust back then and people wants him to forgive, even his wife. " Why don't you go and see him since he is your father"He snarled removing her hands from his hair. " Are you coming or not? " He asked holding the door. Nafisa badly wants to stay back and console herself but she had to follow and see the beautiful Acropolis Museum. She did nothing wrong, she was only trying to get him back with his brother. Brothers are meant to be

“I'd like that. I don't like the way my mus is staring at me. it's creepy.” I giggled softly. “Mum, Ade and I would like to be excused. We have a school project, so we would be going to my room. Can you please ask the maids to bring some snacks up to my room?” “Alright love. My eyes are on you guys.” Ade laughed. ✍︎✍︎✍︎✍︎ “Your mum is really funny.” “Yeah. I know right?” “I forgot to ask you something. What happened between Christabel and Jeff? It seemed as though they had some sort of bad blood between them.”

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

In the background, I hear Fritz, the conductor yelling something about how one of the spotlights is burned out. I, on the other hand, take in a deep breath and hold it for a moment, until Sam leans closer to whisper in my ear, “You got this, go get ‘em.” Then he swats me on the butt and kisses me softly before going to find his seat. The concert goes perfectly as the music of Beethoven rings throughout the building. The soloist even did an encore before heading back to Germany. When there was a standing ovation, Fritz made sure to make me stand out front as he shook the soloist’s and my hand.

“Always be vocal, and if he won't listen, kick him out of the bed.” “How about a compromise?” she asked. “If you're going to enjoy it. Next.” “Two: I learnt that having an orgasm is not a bad thing.” “Alas, it's not. It's a damned good thing.” “I learnt that I shouldn't be afraid to try new things. Like the Bdsm thing. Even though we stopped somewhere and didn't go all the way.” He was nodding. “Good, good.” “I learnt that I should not liken myself to pornstars because they're too good to be true.”

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

There were times when I had to speak- and I did not speak much then- and thankfully the interrogator was reasonable enough to not try to egg me on in a fit of rage. ‘Still, it will only be a matter of time until those people do something drastic. And you and I both know there are humans who can be impatient in various matters, especially in the world of business,’ Beethoven pointed out to me. ‘For all we know, Anton may be one of those impatient people. Impatient for a cruel fate to befall onto you, that is.’

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation