Loonboon Sheet Music Novels & Stories

Dominic Carrillo is the Alpha of the Manchester ice and the untouchable king of the Carrillo Music Group. For ten years, he’s believed his bond with Aaron Solis was a masterpiece of stability—a fated match built on shared dreams, secret whispers, and the brutal, rhythmic pulse of the Northern Quarter. But beneath the polished surface of their Cheshire glass house, the scent of secrets is beginning to sour the air. Aaron is a master of logistics, but he’s currently orchestrating a high-stakes game of deception. Between dodging Dominic’s piercing gaze and sneaking through the shadows of Manchester with Dominic’s own cousin, Adrian, Aara is walking a razor-thin line. He’s planning the ultimate homecoming surprise—the one thing the powerful Alpha thinks is impossible—while simultaneously navigating the grueling path to siring an heir. But shadows have a way of twisting the truth. When a predatory assistant starts whispering "red flags" and Adrian is spotted lurking in forbidden alleys, Dominic’s inner wolf begins to snarl. Is his mate drifting away, or is the pack being hunted from within? In a world of cold ice and hot blood, the line between devotion and betrayal is as thin as a skate blade. "You were made for me, Aara. You know that, right?" Dominic whispered, his voice a low, possessive rumble that vibrated against my skin. I leaned into his heat, my breath hitching as he pinned my wrists. "I know, Alpha. Always." His grip tightened, his eyes flashing with a primal, predatory hunger. "Then prove it. Keep your hands where I put them and take every inch of me until you can’t remember any name but mine. I’m going to mark you so deeply that even the moon will know who you belong to."

Anaka’s life is turned upside down when her father suddenly dies and her brother casts her out of the family. To make matters worse, she finds out that her so called future mate was faking his interest in her. With the rejection of her family, friends, and pack, Anaka goes to her aunt on Beldoore, the human land. Anaka hopes to heal her broken world and find a new purpose. The best revenge is to prove haters wrong. Dorian is a prince, but a second born son. The spare, yet that didn’t stop him from making a name for himself as the warrior prince. His brother is now king and ruling the kingdom well. Dorian is prepared to aid his brother in whatever political battle the werewolves are attempting to wage. While everyone else in his family ignores the former king who suffers from a diseased mind, Dorian has not. A visit to his father will send an expected person in his path. When the Wolf Girl, half breed collides with the Warrior Prince, sparks fly. Dorian sees that Anaka has a talented voice and makes her an offer of a lifetime. He can make her a music star. Anaka has a chance to turn her so called useless talent into something that gives her purpose. Determined to prove she will not be beaten down, Anaka accepts the gracious offer from the warrior prince who has her attention. When politics get complicated and the wolf council come knocking on her door, she will be left to pick a side. Anaka finds herself facing a battle that only Dorian can teach her to fight. When everything is on the line, can Anaka forge her own destiny as she builds a new world that no one will take from her.

In a Mafia world where power and fear reign, was a Dangerous Mafia Lord with an iron fist. He was a feared figure who murders without mercy. LUCIFER was his name, A nickname at that. His real identity and name remains a mystery, not even a skilled hacker can get his identity. His heart was as hard as rock and Cold as an Ice, the word Love is what he hated to hear in his world. Whereas, He has an obsession with a really expensive Gold chain which was given to him by someone special to him. Not until, a lady stole it. Who is she? TATIANA MORETTI!!! Tatiana Moretti was an Innocent 19 year old lady, she lived a simple life just as she wanted not until life took turns for her. Her father had borrowed a huge amount of money from a loan shark for a business purposes but it crashed unfortunately. He fell in a terrible subsequent sickness at that period as Tatiana was the only one her father has. With dramatic measures, a friend of hers told her about a particular gold chain that belongs to a powerful mafia, it cost billions of dollars and Tatiana became interested in it. She was told about the dangers but she didn't mind since she can save her father with the money. Despite the danger, she manages to steal the chain, but Lucifer is hot on her heels. She led her herself into the devil's web, and soon, she found herself trapped in it, dancing to the tune of the music she created. Lucifer found himself going deep into her world as she became his loyal plaything, his entitlement, his doll, his own property..... Was she able to get away with the devil's Gold chain?

"I thought you were the man who saved me. I didn't know you were the one who set the fire." The day my father gambled away my life was the day I learned that some monsters don't have claws—they wear tailored suits and drink vintage scotch. To the world, Abram is a philanthropist, a billionaire, and the undisputed King of the Lycan Underground. To me, he is the man who bought my freedom for the price of a debt he secretly engineered. He calls me his "Little Wolf." He dresses me in diamonds that feel like cold chains and keeps me in a soundproof penthouse where my screams are just background music to his obsession. He is the Gentle Gaslighter. He whispers that he loves me while he wipes the blood of my past from his hands. He tells me I have nowhere else to go, forgetting that he was the one who burned every bridge behind me. But Abram made one fatal mistake: He taught me how to survive him. Underneath my silk gowns and practiced smiles, the girl he "broke" is dead. In her place is a master manipulator who has learned to weaponize his own obsession against him. I will let him mark me. I will let him believe he won. And when he is at his highest, I will show him that a velvet noose still strangles just as surely as a hemp one. He told me I was his entire world. Now, I’m going to end it. Tropes: * Mafia Alpha x Captive Omega * Age Gap (42 & 20) * He Falls First (Obsession) * Vengeance/Revenge Rebirth * Betrayal & Tragic Twist

Mora discovers that Mayor Lycan is the man she slept with the night she was drugged, she tries to reach out to him, but there was a stumbling block, it was too late, and Mayor Lycan not remembering anything that happened the night they spent together branded her a gold-digger. When, Lycan knew of the secret, that his mother took to her death bed with, he was devastated, he searched high and low for his biological son, claimed by Philip as his son. Life isn't a bed of roses for Miles while growing up, tagged as a bastard, and bullied by the strongest in school because of him being handsome, he learnt how to defend himself, and stand up against those who hated him. The man who forsakes him, in the time he was desperate, showed up at his doorstep one day, claiming before his foster father, and everyone that he is his biological son, the man whom he blamed as the one who killed his mother. Philip blamed Agora's family for the death of his family, his hunger for vengeance, he decided to use a willing tool, which is Miles, to get back at the family, who took away everything from him. Living the life of Agora's president group to the public, and as a mysterious music genius in the dark, the people of country H don't even know who Mora's mask is, their favourite singer, but their are fanatics supporting the anonymous singer. Sneaky, realising how much she has fallen in love with Miles, the one she had lived under his shadow as a brother with, will she abandon her vow to remain as a brother to him, or reveal her feminine charms, when faced with competitors. As the successor of Agora's family, will Miles destroy it legacy?

“So tell me Zinnia, what do you want?” He asked, his hands slipping between my legs, fingers finding me soaked and desperate. “Please please…” I cried out as he teased me deliberately while watching my face twist with need. “Please what baby? Use your words.” My head fell back, my thoughts scattering as heat pooled deep inside me. “I want…” My voice trembled. “I want to break the rule.” “Good girl.” He whispered, his breath brushing against my skin, and just like that… every rule I swore to keep shattered. …………. Zinnia Carter has no time for distractions. With her late father’s debts closing in, landing a life-changing contract is her only goal, until she crosses paths with Dylan Reed. Dylan is a global music star, billionaire heir, and her best friend’s completely off-limits brother. So, when she’s forced to work as his personal concierge for thirty days, she makes one promise: no feelings, no mistakes, no crossing the line. But Dylan doesn’t follow rules. And with every glance, every touch, every challenge… the line between right and wrong disappears. One mistake turns into something far more dangerous. Now, Zinnia risks losing everything, her career, her best friend… and the future she’s been fighting for. Because Dylan Reed isn’t just a temptation…He’s a man who takes what he wants. And once he decides he wants her…walking away is no longer an option. But how long can they keep their secret… before it destroys everything?

The cold breeze in my face, clinging tightly to my bare arms. My arms wrapped around my torso in an attempt to keep me warm. Tears streaming down my face as memories of Harry's cruel betrayal flood my mind. Of all days, he chose my birthday to hurt me. My red pumps creating a gentle click sound with every contact it made with the tarred road. Creating the only sound the night breeze brings to my ears. Asides my sobs and the distant barks of the neighborhood dogs. My third sense is sudden activated as I sense I'm being followed. I smell danger. Walking alone on such desolate streets doesn't seem like the best idea I could have come up with. I wasn't thinking straight when I made that choice. I should have called my driver to come get me!. This creepy feeling becomes more intense and I decide to do the one thing I know I'm good at; run!. I throw my purse and phone away as I begin to run in frenzy I feel something hot on my trail, when I look back, all I see is dark fog. The more reason to run faster. The road fairly lit by moonlight, my heart in my mouth and prayers of help and mercy escaping my lips. Finally, I hear music playing from loud speakers. I'm close to civilization!. I keep running frantically.... Tales of missing children are considered a fallacy till teenage Sonia goes missing... Follow Sonia on her desperate quest to break free... And bring the truth to light

Nick Carter was 1/5 member of a music group, and they were getting ready to head out on tour, with his soon to be fiancé Terri and with the security team; the one problem? The head of security was none other than his ex wife, Theresa Carter. What drama could possibly unfold with her, and their set of twins? After all, Theresa was over their divorce and knew that Terri was coming along; Theresa was over the fact that Terri was Nick’s mistress through the end of their marriage as well. But being security goes just beyond protecting the stars, it’s also protecting their image. And someone in their close knit group is doing illegal things. And with certain members already on the verge of losing their contract with their management, it’s up to Theresa to figure out who it is. But when the signs start to point to Nick's current fiancé , it looks more like Theresa is showing jealousy rather than doing her job. It probably didn’t help that Theresa had changed her style to try and seduce her ex husband back to her , and this was a point that everyone knew about, including Terri. As the tedious tour goes on, there are more than just drugs stirring up trouble with everyone. Nick was under the impression that Terri adored his kids, yet the more he’s around her and his kids at the same time, the more he’s seeing traits he does not like with Terri; would that be the end for him and her? And the more he questions, the more the sight of his ex wife is filling him with happiness and a longing that he thought was long gone since their significant loss and heartache. Could Theresa really claim what’s hers, stays hers?

Since it's already the end of the year, the music app I use produces a report on the songs I've listened to in 2025. The keyword of my report is "resonance". Over the year, I don't spend much time listening to the songs on this app. My girlfriend, Sienna Fletcher, is the one who's been using my account this whole time. There's a row beneath the keyword that's written in a tiny font. "You had listened to this song with someone at 4:00 am on December 1st. It turns out that love can go beyond a night's sleep." My breath gets hitched in my throat. December 1st is my birthday. But that night, I had gone to bed at an early hour. Meanwhile, Sienna had left hurriedly after cutting my birthday cake with me with the excuse that she needed to pull an overnight shift at the company. For some reason, I tap onto the unfamiliar-looking profile that has been interacting frequently with my account with a trembling finger. Their keyword of the year is "favor". My heart skips a beat at the sight. Then, I tap on the details. "Over the year, you've listened to songs with this user 688 times in the middle of the night. Every time you do, it's a secretive conversation meant for your souls." The next thing I know, I receive a message from Sienna. "Babe, I need to work overtime tonight again. You don't have to wait up for me. Just go to bed early." At the same time, a new post is uploaded on the unfamiliar profile. It features a photo of two hands that are intertwined together. "I love working overtime with her the most. I want to listen to songs with her forever."

My sister has awakened her mermaid bloodline, but it is incomplete. Her skin is her curse. A single touch, too hard, and it cracks. For her, everything hard in our house has been thrown away. I love to dance, but the hard tips of ballet shoes are forbidden. I love music, but the strings of a guitar or the keys of a piano are too dangerous. Every dream I've ever had has been strangled in its cradle because of my sister's condition. My brother, Liam, who raised us both, always looks at me with tired, pleading eyes. "Elara is fragile, Isla. You have to be understanding." But I was only eighteen the first time I truly understood. I came home from my high school graduation ceremony, the scent of sunshine and excitement still on my clothes. The moment I stepped inside, Elara's hand connected with my cheek. Hard. For no reason at all. Everyone rushed to her. Liam pointed a furious finger at me. "Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood. The curse wasn't just my sister's. It was mine, too.