Kiss The Rain Piano Chords Novels & Stories

Gently, she pushed down the keys, sounding an E-minor chord. The sound rang clear and strong, a bold and verdant green, the color of the Boss’ eyes, and her heart filled with hope. The piano was tuned to perfection. She launched into her warm-up piece, “Le Coucou”; the keys moved with ease and a smooth, fluid action. Her fingers fly across the keyboard vivace, and the stress, fear, and sorrow of the last few weeks faded and finally mute as she lost herself in the colors of the music.

The sound of the rain was mysterious and melancholic, endless and unbroken—like countless threads winding around the heart, weaving together, lashing it, impossible to untangle or cut apart. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you mean.” He still held me tightly, so tightly that my body began to ache as if it might break apart. “Your Majesty, the whale is about to leave. Please let go.” There was still no response. Gritting my teeth, I forcefully shook his hands off. But the moment I broke free from his embrace, he pulled me around. Two slightly cool lips had already fallen onto mine. Raindrops fell in scattered fragments onto our bodies. The sound of the rain was like a piano melody—hurried

I read the sentences, dazed by how my words came out. “Glorious,” I murmur. I. Snowflakes sprinkle, and my eyes flicker. In the quiet of the night, your beauty shines bright. Your sweet smile is all I can see Can you stay with me? He sings the lines in his breathy, baritone voice. His fingers fall softly on the piano, resonating with continuous mellow tones. The key belongs to the E chord family. I melt in my seat, feeling the overwhelming desire to kiss him.

My fingers caress the keys as I start to play the song that brings back a thousand painful memories and, with it, a solitary tear. Rêverie, L.68.

Slow at first, matching the song when it first began. But in moments it’s a deluge, a riot of water, each drop pounding down in time to the music, in tune with Juniper’s heartbeat as entwines her very self with the song. Anton feels the truth of it as the rain passes through him, as thunder rumbles, shaking the entire palace when Juniper’s hand moves sharply to the left, hitting the low notes on the piano.

“Will you sit with me?” “Sure.” He enthusiastically grabbed my hand. “What are you gonna play? Are you good?” “I don’t know. It’s been a while.” I let Isaac sit before I did. “Any request?” Isaac started with one finger on the simplify key chords. His teacher taught him classics. Clair De Lune. Playing the piano always took out my raw emotions. Mariana always praised me, even if it wasn’t perfect. Drawing a deep breath, I placed my fingers softly on the keys.

I wanted to hear the words. Riven finally pulled back just enough to meet my gaze. “I love you, Kael.” My heart started beating faster, a deep, satisfying warmth spreading through my chest. I leaned closer and kissed him — slow, deep, full of everything I felt. Riven kissed me back just as tenderly, his hand sliding up to rest on the side of my neck. Outside, the sky opened up and rain began to fall, soft patters against the window adding a gentle rhythm to our quiet moment.

But the only word echoing in my head is karma. And the question that haunts me: who is paying the price? Me? Eva? Annaida? Damon? Because right now, every single one of us is suffering in our own way, caught in the wreckage of what has unraveled. . . . . . . . Hi All, Just a headsup those who have read KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL would clearly understand the insinuations of this chapter. From Chapter 93/94 of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL.

He slammed me down onto the glossy black grand piano. My bare back crashed onto the cold black and white keys, and the impact tore a long, chaotic, thunderous roar from the instrument — Clang —! Clang clang! Clang —! The violent assault on my ears and the overwhelming pleasure raging through my body crashed together in a single, savage wave.

He was burying himself in me, over and over, his grunts filling the kitchen. “Mmm… Rain… ahhh… mmmmmmmnnn!” Rain didn’t stop. He was like a man possessed, his hips slamming into me with a rhythmic, heavy sound. Every plunge was deep, hitting the very center of my soul. I was a mess of moans and gasps, my hands white-knuckled as I gripped the marble edge of the island. “Mmmgnnn… Rain… please… ahhh!”