Lyra Heartstrings Novels & Stories

STRINGS SERIES BOOK 1 STRINGS OF HEART Synopsis: Sian was born an autistic child. In her world, she would only see what she wanted. Although she was an autistic patient, she was born in an affectionate family. Her parents did not abandon her because of her congenital defect. Instead, they spent innumerable time and energy to patiently guide her, and strove to allow her to live life like a normal person. Sian was 5 years old, she was found to have an excellent talent in playing the Violin and had a rare interest in it.

Until this moment! Just as I recalled the words, the ear piercing cry rung my ears and boil my blood into chaos. I look cautiously as ever while panting harder. The way the cry pierce through my ears, I felt the dread slowly rosing inside me, as if the cry is everywhere and I can't even certain to that very means! “No way...” I clasped my hands tightly, barely reminded by something. The cry is no way of dread itself, but a warning for some unknown that is living undetected in the mountain!

She whispered it in my ear. My entire world felt crumbling around me. My heart was crying out and tears blocked my vision. 'No! No! No! It cannot be! My Zaheer...he... No!' I didn't wanted to believe it. "Allah! Didi you're bleeding!" She was screaming I guess, but it still sounded like a faint whisper. "Come with me.... Allah! Soo much blood!" I was being dragged. My legs just moved somewhere, I was pushed down to sit somewhere. Something touched my finger, it was cold just like my heart.

’ The voice was suddenly full of confidence, and I swore that I’ve heard a giggle. “You know all about this?” and somehow it comes to my realization. She came after I gained the new heart, a soft-spoken woman with a voice like someone with an authority, a voice, “Of a Luna.” The voice gave me a chuckle. ‘Finally, you realize it… Nice to meet you, Cattleya. My name is Hyacinth, the previous owner of the heart that is now belongs to you.’

"You are sorry!!! huh!!!?" Mikel replied with a high loud voice. "Hell no!" Zara'm said and halt when she saw Mikel coming after her with red eyes. But she knows what she must do, just like it was stated before. She is the only one that can calm him down whenever he is angry. So thanks to the almighty, all she has to do right now is to follow him gently. Besides not all the anger mode of Mikel that she can stop, there is a class the anger will get to.

Tragic. Times like this, Razen would bring me packs of tissue papers and let me cry out loud, be a drama queen, tell him all of my thoughts, just vent out and everything… and with that memory, I cried harder than earlier. The sounds I was muffling earlier — I can't hide it longer. I let myself dwell in the sadness, in the misery, and I—

“Why didn’t you leave me alone? You crept me for weeks and made me have nightmares… Horrible ones.” “We, Lingerings, are wishes from the past. Born from hatred towards the world. We feed on the lively and sleep in the shadows. I want my will to be realized; the one who died giving birth to me had a wish, he wanted. If you don’t help me, I will stick to you until you do.” “What can you give me in return? What kind of help can you provide me?” I frowned smiling.

Crissa announced. "What will we play?" I asked, but she only winked at me. We got on the stage and they started to string their guitars. When I heard the intro, I pounced the drums. ‘Disrespect, it's all that you do to me, so messed up, the way that you're treating me. Brace yourself, there is something I want you to know, you should know! Replaceable is one way you're saying it! You've made your bed, now you can lay in it! 'Cause one day soon, I'll have a brand new you!

AMBER. “𝆕𝆔 Heart beats fast. Colors and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer…♪𝆕𝆔” Ara’s beautiful singing voice rang in the air as the double door of the ballroom opened, and I began walking toward the life I had always seen for myself. I gripped my bouquet tightly as memories of my childhood flashed through my head and my eyes teared up.

Amara's cold voice snapped me out of my haze and I turned immediately to Darius who still hadn't said a single word. Surely, he knows that I would never do such a thing, doesn't he? Of course, he trusts me, he can't just believe this. With shaky knees, I staggered towards him and fell on my knees giving my fingers into his pants as I looked at him with tears. “Darius, please listen to me. Look at me - you have to believe me. I love you. I would never do such a thing.” “I would believe you, Lyra,” he said, his voice gruff and low, “but the evidence is right there before you. So how do you explain that?”