Music Lines Novels & Stories

I put on an innocent face as I walked up and asked, "Madeline, what's going on? Did you need to see me for something?" Amelia was trembling, tears streaming down her face. The moment she spotted me, she started crying harder, and her eyes were filled with nothing but hatred. "Emma, maybe you don't like me, but I never did anything to hurt you," she choked out. "Why did you have to target me? You scared me so badly that I fell and hurt my leg. Is this what you wanted?" Adam slammed his hand on the desk. Before I could react, he slapped me hard across the face.

"You dare mock me? I'll have Imogen fire every single one of you!" The manager sighed, ready to explain, but I raised a hand to stop him, facing Thomas's anger head-on. "They say Imogen Slater is beautiful and wealthy, with a lot of admirers. How do we know you're not just another impostor? Prove it with maybe a phone call?" Thomas fumbled for his phone, all thunder and bravado. "Laugh while you can! I'll make you regret this!" A growing crowd pressed against the glass doors outside, eager for the spectacle. He dialed repeatedly, but each attempt met the same automated voice: "The subscriber you have reached is powered off."

I smile at them all. It’s true, well partly. I haven’t recovered, but honestly who would? But the team is helping me feel normal again. But I am not telling them that. “If you need any of us you just have to mind link us and we'll help in any way we can. You are one strong young lady.” Alpha King Leonard says. “That’s all for now, go and have some dinner and rest. Tomorrow will be a long day for all of you.” Kylo says and I get up and walk out of the room.

“Get up now!” Golden and blue lines hang in the air. They grow longer and begin to separate. As if the air was melting creating an invisible chasm to… As the tear grows larger, giving way to colors of reds, oranges, and greys, figures appear on the other side. “Mike get up please!” Lyric’s voice cuts through my distraction. Her pleads of terror jostle me and I scramble to my feet. I grab Lyrics' hand ready to get her out of here and chance a look back at Senko.

Alley looked at me in shock. “Now that I have your attention, I want everyone to form two lines if you have a problem with it you can get the fuck out.” They pause a few seconds more and then almost as if someone pressed play on a remote, the music started playing again, and they all start forming two lines right in front of the bar.

"I mean it, Ivy. I won't let him corner you again." "Thank you, Mason," I said gently. "But I can handle tonight." A few feet away, Jax stepped out from behind a tall floral arrangement. He gave me a quick, subtle nod, his hand resting inside his coat pocket where I knew he had his phone ready. Suddenly, Maria’s sharp laugh echoed over the quiet music. She broke away from her parents and walked straight toward us, her heels clicking loudly against the polished floor. Her eyes scanned my velvet dress, and a bitter, fake smile spread across her face.

;) -Mill She took a bite from her apple fritter and took a moment to think what to reply. Stop with your cheesy lines Mill. -Lindy I'm not using cheesy lines babe. It's true, you're always in my head. Thoughts of you invade my head and my friends even tease me because of that. -Mill She grabbed her drink again and took a quick sip while smiling over her phone. Wow, now I'm that infectious because you're thinking about me and you're thousands of miles away. -Lindy Milo smiled at his phone while they started walking back to their hotel room to prepare for their sound check and concert in the afternoon.

“Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me.” “I didn’t!” “Don’t ‘I didn’t’ me either. Just behave yourself.” “I will,” I mutter closing up my bag. We ride in silence most of the way. Horrible lobby music hums through the car stereo while raindrops from the morning drizzle cling to the windows. I lean my head against the glass, watching the trees blur into greens and browns. The school gates loom closer with each kilometer. Inside me, a tsunami rages- one I don’t understand yet, but I know it will be different this term. I can feel it in my bones.

Emma stared at her laptop screen, cursor blinking at the top of a blank document titled "Heat Between the Lines - COMPLETE REWRITE." Three days had passed since Jake's devastating critique and his ultimatum about rewriting her entire romantic arc with authentic emotion. Three days of false starts, deleted paragraphs, and the growing certainty that she had no idea how to write the kind of vulnerable, honest romance Jake was demanding.

Charlotte asks as they drive along the empty road. “Next month,” Lincoln mutters. “I’ll try to come this time!” Charlotte promises. “If the music cafe wasn’t packed today, I’d have come. Halsey, tell me about his score! Did you get it all on camera?” “I did,” Halsey smiles. “Lincoln was great. He was really fast and scored many points too…” She went on to gush about Lincoln’s game, making him blush a little. “And then at the last minute, he and Nathan jumped to score!” Halsey goes on. “But Lincoln manages to do it.”