Littlest Violin Novels & Stories

I gasp as he smashes his fist in the coffee table causing the glass to break. "I'm gonna kill when I found out who did this," He said, he was not looking at me I smirk a little but instantly back to my afraid and confuse facade when he turns to face me again. "Give me the time I'll fix this huh? Don't leave me, Mina I am begging you," He said, I just bowed my head a little, he kisses my forehead before he left the room. I crossed my arms into my chest, smirking while listening to the newscaster's words. 'Livv Markov the son of the great Alejandro Markov issued to be smuggling illegal substances, prostitution and selling children'

She said and walked out of the room. It was night and I have a client this night. Mr Lonnie, a manager director in Excellent Limited. I did my ugly makeup has usual, yeah I do heavy makeup so I don't get recognized. Lol. Funny right? Am very beautiful without makeup. I do work at night. I took the Rohypnol also called roofies and put it into my bag then my phone. I wore my black heels and stormed out of the room. I waved my sister bye and took a taxi.

They knew that despite being the pack's Luna, I was treated as little more than a nanny. What society lady would want to be friends with the nanny? I sat down in a corner with Finn and opened my violin case. Midnight Galaxy lay inside. It was the last thing my mother had left me. The only thing I wanted in my hands tonight. The moment my fingers touched the strings and felt them hum. "So you actually showed up, Camille." A sharp voice cut through the quiet. "I thought you'd make up some excuse and skip out on this." I looked up. Brad stood beside Lara, holding a violin case.

I couldn’t help but smile at her excitement. “I’ve been practicing!” “I’m so glad to hear that!” I exclaimed, closing the door behind her. “Show me what you’ve got.” With a bounce in her step, Sam moved toward our usual practice spot by the window and opened her violin case. “I can play the first part of ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.’” “Let’s hear it,” I said, settling into the chair across from her. Sam positioned the violin under her chin, her fingers finding the strings. She inhaled deeply as if to center herself and began to play.

“Mommy bought it today. Since nobody is home yet. Let’s enjoy the perfect alone time!” “But what is it, Mommy?” “It’s a violin, Princess. When Mommy was young, I used to dream of having my own violin! Later I earned a lot of money to learn how to play it. Do you wanna learn about it?” Aurora nodded immediately. “Yesh. Can I play?” “Nah. You need to grow up. But let Mommy play it for you!” I went still. Not because I cared about the performance, but because disbelief hit me hard. I remembered Veronica’s old music room—filled with instruments she ignored. Taylor tried countless times to force her to learn piano and violin. She never wanted to touch them.

Little does he know that it wasn’t a secret to me. I laughed wickedly, stepping on the gas as I drove to the tiny house farther from town. Better be in here, Lorenzo, and I might just spare your life. I parked my car, stepping out of the vehicle. I scanned my environment, my eyes darkened as it fell on a figure. Weren’t the heavens working in my favor? Lorenzo was seated right outside the hut with his head thrown back. A smile crept on my lips, reaching for my gun from the back.

I was about to lean forward when I heard it. “Please step away from the bridge.” A female's soft voice stopped me. I turned slightly. It was dark, but I could make out the outline of a school uniform. “I—um,” she said nervously. “I don’t know what you’re going through. But… I can play for you. I just started learning the violin.” I let out a shaky breath. She laughed awkwardly, adjusting the instrument. The sound wasn’t perfect. The notes wavered. But something about it reached me in a way nothing else had.

LIAM The lights dim a little more just as Mar steps onto the stage, and immediately, the room changes. He doesn’t say a word. Just lifts the violin to his shoulder, settles it under his chin, and starts to play. Mar picked up the violin out of pure boredom. There’s no dramatic backstory. Just something to do when I was off at hockey camp and he wasn’t sitting in the bleachers at my games. Julie — in one of her endless phases — had tried and failed to learn it, guilt-tripped our mom into buying the thing, then tossed it at Mar one summer like a frisbee. Said he had pretty hands. Figured he might as well give it a shot.

"And yes, I'm Welsh, and fuck you if the first thing that crossed your mind was a sheep." He laughed softly. "That wasn't the first thing that crossed my mind, but again, I guess it's a fair assumption. Are you part of an orchestra, or a Celtic band?" "What?" He nodded towards my violin. "Celtic woman, plays the violin. These are the two most obvious options." "Hah. No. String quartet; I'm not good enough for orchestra, and I don't have the time." "That was going to be my next guess." "You know your music then, I take it." I gently put the wreckage of my violin back into the case, and closed the lid on it.

The woman brought the violin because she knew that the violin was not like the piano; if you don't know how to play it, you can't play it. When the instrument arrived in front of Nina, in her eyes, the strings sparkled as if there was some kind of magic. She stared at the strings as thin as hair, suddenly feeling a sudden excitement. That excitement made her reach out to catch the violin. Leonard looked at Nina, his hands slowly clenching.