Holy Musical Novels & Stories

It was as though this place held the secrets of the universe, waiting patiently for those willing to listen. "Deirdre," Matteo's voice came out in a rasp, and I shivered as he gripped my waist, pulling me into him. "Should we be here?" I asked, unable to look away from the waterfall. "We should," Matteo affirmed. "Or maybe we shouldn't." I raised my brows, staring at him. Matteo shrugged, "This place is hidden. I stumbled on it by mistake. So, I did some research on it, and I learnt it possesses mystical powers."

“Stop this right now. I’ll call security.” James laughed. “No phones work. No one is coming to save you. It’s just us and the city lights and your doom.” “Wait. Wait.” She pleaded. “It’s just business, okay?” Damian smirked, “Yeah. We're just settling the balance sheet, darling.”

I could hear her through the loud music and her voice was more magnetic and melodious than the music. "Howard's cousin is an owner here." Marcus told her and her mouth turned into an 'O' at the realization. "Guess who we have here? The LOVEBIRDS." Leo shouted and I really wanted to stuff his mouth with the crackers to shut him up. I settled on the table and glanced at Arcane. Her lips were pursed into a line. "A toast to the captain." Leo raised his glass and then everyone did too. I was forced to follow them and clinked them together.

"Don't be afraid my sweetheart. I am your friend, people call me Dolly" "Step back, go.... go away!".she got brood. "Ok fine, Listen to me" before he came closer she threw ice cream on his face. in reflex, it step back and Sarah got a chance to close the window. "Listen to me, dear" He smiled while cleaning his face and start tapping on the window giving it a musical rhythm. Due to the closed window voice came slow but it was obvious he was singing a song.

Kristina Oh God. My breath hangs in my throat as he walks towards the podium. At this point, everyone has their eyes on him. As soon as he gets to me, he smiles broadly. “Could you make way, darling? That's my seat.” He says, Oh- I scoot, giving him space to move in. He takes his seat, and the officiating minister continues. Soon enough, the holy matrimony is over. My sister is officially married. My heart tugs again, but I wave it off.

The letter was well written with graceful handwriting. None of her friends wrote that way at their age. She opened the letter and whispered the words to herself as she read it out loud Dear Year, No human shall spend their christmas eve crying alone on a park bench. When you feel lonely play this violin, for the sound will fill your heart with hope. And you, my dear Nebu, are the last person who should spend christmas alone. From: Secret santa. She figures it wouldn't be anyone she knew, because why would they give her a violin.

A streak of rust-colored light hit the windshield, and then— A sound. A slow guitar intro that pulled her back two decades before she could stop it. Then that voice—clear, aching, undeniable. “You could be my silver spring… blue-green colors flashing…” “Silver Springs.” Her hand froze on the dial. She hadn’t heard it since college—since cutoff shorts, bonfires, and singing into the wind with no one to impress but herself. Before worship sets replaced playlists. Before she started skipping songs that made her feel. Eden didn’t switch it off. She turned it up.

Even though she’ll probably never see the girl again, this is Halsey’s way to remember their small yet memorable encounter. She slowly opens her eyes and she’s instantly frozen. Standing in front of her is a breathtakingly handsome dark haired man who makes her heart stop. ... A/N: The song Joanna is from the musical Sweeney Todd and is only covered by Halsey. Rights and credits goes to the original creator.

Candles burn in iron sconces, their glow fighting with the sunlight pouring through rose windows, gilding the scene in fractured brilliance. Even the priest wears the satisfaction of a man well compensated for his sudden flexibility. Voice softened by the sizable donation that made such a last-minute ceremony possible. The sanctity of the place bends as easily as men do, and the irony makes me want to laugh. No expense has been spared. The message is carved into every detail: Dominik Grimaldi only has the very best. The music swells as the organist launches into the wedding march, and the doors swing wide. George Larson appears first, holding out his hand to the daughter he sold into slavery

“You sat in that confessional and told me exactly how you wanted to ruin the boy who used to put the hymnals away. Now look at him. Look at what you did. Taking you on the same cabinet where I hang the vestments. Fucking this greedy cunt while the sanctuary lamp is still burning.” He shifted his angle and the head of his cock dragged over the spot inside her that made her vision spark. Helena’s third orgasm hit like a wave—body locking up, a sharp cry torn from her throat, more wetness flooding out around his cock and dripping down the front of the cabinet. Tomas fucked her through it without slowing, the wet sounds growing filthier, her juices coating his length and the polished wood. When