Blessings By Laura Story Sheet Music Novels & Stories

“So… can I make up for all of it? All my life?” Laura glanced at her parents, seeking their silent approval. When her father nodded encouragingly, her heart swelled with warmth and certainty. Turning back to Jonathan, a smile blossomed across her face. “I don’t think that’s quite the question I wanted to hear.” Jonathan blinked, caught off guard by her playful challenge, laughter spilling from his lips. Then, with a flourish of sincerity, he knelt before her, his expression earnest and full of love. “Laura Levine… with our family’s blessing and your friends’… which I painfully needed to secure…” he teased, glancing at the gathered group, who ended up laughing along.

The lyra attached to the metal structure bellow the glass ceiling began to ascend slowly taking her with it until she was hanging only by her right hand five feet above the ground. And then it began. It was a song they wouldn’t recognize, but it had the power to talk to people’s souls. The violin was beautiful and the whole arrangement was made to bring a smile to the face of whoever listened to it. She moved from her one-hand hang on the lyra to sit in the middle of it and looked at the crowd. That night she would portrait the adventure of life. Enjoying the pain and the beauty, the sorrow and the joy. She smiled at her audience and closed her eyes, feeling the cold metal against her finger

I was perplexed but then they removed the curtains from the stage, I gasped as I saw Christian playing piano. My eyes widened in shock. I didn't know he could play piano. He spared a glance at me and mumbled, 'happy birthday'. I smiled widely, then he began to play a song. I closed my eyes as a feeling of solace took over and I felt so connected to him. The music is so pacifying. A feeling of extreme rapture filled me as I became oblivious of all the things around me thinking about him and him only. The feeling of being blessed to have such a divine bond with him. A glee filled my whole being when he began to sing. I know this song all too well. It's every lyric brought me close to him as it

My mother, Margaret Harper, carries the blood of a Word Witch. Once every lunar cycle, she can speak one blessing that fate itself is forced to obey. But all my life, the only thing she ever gave me was half a sentence. When I was eighteen, I received early admission to the Northern Royal Healers' Academy. My mother looked at the letter and said, "If you go north..." Her instincts had never been wrong, so I thought she'd seen danger waiting for me there. I turned the academy down with my own hands. Months later, she used her recommendation and a binding blessing to send my younger sister, Chloe, to the best healing school near our pack, even though Chloe had nowhere near my talent. After tha

"But let me tell you something - you've never been a burden to us. You've always been a blessing. You've helped us so much over the years, and we are so grateful for that. Please don't feel guilty about asking for our help, okay?" Althea's eyes welled up with tears. She had never considered herself a blessing to the orphanage, but Mrs. Lisa's words made her feel like maybe she was. Maybe it was okay to accept their help. "Thank you, I would like your help." she said. "I've got everything under control when it comes to Laura," Mrs. Lisa said firmly. "I know what you're worried about, but I promise you that she'll be safe. Please, try to trust me on this."

She touched the book in her hand cautiously, and her entire body turned stiff the very moment she opened the book and touched the page with her fingers. It was a book of braille sheet music. As soon as Deirdre’s fingers felt the braille cells, the musical notes emerged in her mind as if they were alive. “I found it at an auction today and figured that you’d like it.” Deirdre’s chest was flooded with a torrent of emotions. She bit her lower lip tightly, but before she could say thank you, Brendan interrupted. “Don’t thank me, Deirdre. I told you that you never need to say ‘thank you’ in this relationship.”

The rest of the coven screamed and began to flee, but Johnathan was too quick. He slaughtered all of the witches that stood on the sacred ground, except for Bridget’s followers and Laura. “Why did you kill all of them?” Laura asked. “I thought you needed them.” She added. “Foolish woman, I only needed their darkness and now I will take yours.” He said, bending down kissing her. Felan and the rest watched as he sucked the life out of her. Felan could see her darkness leave her body and enter his.

Pale sunlight broke through the clearing sky, stretching across the horizon, and a rainbow arched overhead. Once, my life lost all its color when I was forced to trade away what was mine to others. But now, at last, a new chapter was beginning.

“Mr. Kingsley Stone really knows how to spoil his sister. What’s next… auditions for her mate?” “Dream on. Alpha Victor is right there. You think you have a chance?” “Exactly. Ms. Stone and Alpha Victor Smith already have a kid. Wake up.” The noise blurred together, but my attention locked onto the piano. Laura was sitting there. The moment her fingers touched the keys, my wolf paid attention. Then she hit a wrong note. I winced, the sound grating against my heightened senses like claws on glass. Seriously? Even this simple piece? Another mistake followed, and another.

Nina said nervously. "Calm down, Nin, I'll accompany you on the piano; just think we're rehearsing together. You have to dedicate this song to your beloved husband; try to see your husband standing there," said Laura, soothing Nina. Spontaneously, Nina looked at Nathan. Miraculously, Nina felt all her nervousness disappear. She looked at her beloved husband, who was also looking at her. Laura was ready; she began to press the piano keys to start the intro, and the applause returned when Nina began to sing the first verse of Celine Dion's song.