Littlest Violin Novels & Stories

I was on cloud nine, as I realised my best friends and parents had noticed everything, though they never show that. I wished for them to be around me, hoping they would come soon. Simultaneously, a melody, so exquisite it brought tears to my eyes, began to weave its way through the air. It wasn't recorded music; it was the rich, resonant strains of a live violin— violin, my favourite instrument, which was played with such passion and precision that it felt as if the musician was pouring their very soul into each note. The music enveloped me, a silken embrace that stilled my racing thoughts and captured my very essence. It was pure magic.

I run my hand over my violin, letting my fingers strum against the strings. I haven’t played since I woke up. I look out the door, ensuring no one is home before deciding to finally pick it up and play Elvis’ song, ‘Are you lonesome tonight’. It’s like riding a bike. The music flows through me, straight to my finger tips as I play each note. I let the last note drag out as a tear falls. I snap and begin smashing the violin. “Whoa whoa, Maliyah.”

Wait there is one more person in her family. And that's her brother. Mr. Aarav Srinivasan. Well, he is in Pune right now with his family. He is a big-shot businessman. He owns a company. He is married with two kids. Her sister-in-law is Mrs. Anitha Aarav. She is a fashion designer. And her niece is Anuradha alias Anu. She is quiet and a cutie pie. And then her nephew is Vikram. Let's just say he is not exactly the innocent little kid though he does pull off an innocent face very well. He is the little devil of the family. But she loves him so much for his antics. Those kids are the two people in her life who can make her smile- not the plastered one Sindhu gives everyone but a genuine smile.

’’ Ella snorted, trying to hide her embarrassment. ‘’You’re cute when you blush.’’ Ella actually felt her heart skip a beat. ‘’Let’s dance.’’ He said immediately. And when she blanked at him, instead of waiting for her to respond, Dylan took her hand pulling her closer in a staggering stance. ‘’B-but there’s no music.’’ She began to protest, but Dylan made a little gesture with his hand and Ella heard the soft and melodious tune from a violin. Her head snapped behind her where the music seemed to be coming from and to her surprise there were three minstrels, ones she had no idea were there until now.

As I turned to respond, the lady returned with a large album in her hands. She smiled at me, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at both of us. I glared at Michael, who looked completely relaxed and unbothered. I took the album. The first picture was of a very pretty baby in a pink dress, a crown, and a little wand. “Oh my gosh, this is so cute,” I gushed. “That’s Mikey.” My smile froze for a second before I burst into laughter. The next picture was of him in a torn yellow dress.

Seeing this, he set it down without a second glance. A heavy silence settled in the car. Winnie suddenly turned from her seat in front, flashing me a courteous smile. "You must be Anna Jovine, huh? Tristan talks about you all the time. I should thank you for looking after him these past few years." Her voice carried a thin layer of arrogance, the way a hostess might thank a maid for her service. Before I could even catch my breath from the sting of it, Winnie laid a hand on her stomach and said, "Tristan, my period just started. My cramps are killing me."

“You can stay.” Vito couldn't help but smile warmly as he looked at the little girl. She really looked like her mother in every form, nothing like Giovanni. “What’s your own name?” Vito asked awkwardly. He was terrified a wrong word could get on her bad side and she'd end up not liking him. “I’m Roma.” She said, then offered him a broad smile that startled him into silence. Milan watched Vito soften in a way she'd never seen and it made her heart skip.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven–” I grin behind my hands that are covering my eyes as the children giggle and run away into their hiding spots. We spent most of the morning learning simple addition and subtraction, then we switched to lessons on my violin that somehow ended with Emile declaring that she has mastered “Twinkle, twinkle, little star”. Now we're taking a well deserved break from all the lessons. After last night, I'm just happy for whatever distraction I can get.

"I'm sorry, honey. You shouldn't have to do this. I'm the one who should be working, not you." "It's okay, I'm happy to help mom. That way I can ease your burden at least for my school fees later." Emily was touched to hear it, she was proud to have a daughter like Sophia. "Emily, your daughter is really lucky. She's only been working for two days, and she's already been appointed as a personal maid. I think Mr. Oliver likes her." Elina whispered to Emily. As for Sophia, the girl was now busy playing with the clown fish in Elina's small aquarium. Apparently Elina had a small pet in her room that she had just bought yesterday and Sophia called the fish Nemo.