Music Lines Novels & Stories

I said as I wiped my tears. "I think you should listen to the audio again” Lyon uttered as he walked towards us and pressed play Mick, I’m so happy to see you…..Help me Don’t please don’t do this…….I won’t do anything, the music will do it all……What do you mean…. Lyon instantly paused the audio "I think it’s the music" he said before he played it again "What are you saying, babe" "listen to what she said" Don’t please don’t do this…….I won’t do anything, the music will do it all……What do you mean….

Practice felt normal on the surface. The balls bounced with the usual rhythm, sneakers squeaked against the polished gym floor, and Coach’s voice echoed off the walls as he called out drills. Ethan played well enough that no one would question it. He hit his shots, made the right passes, and moved through the plays without any obvious mistakes. Marcus played even better, sharp and focused like always, the two of them falling back into that easy sync that had the whole team looking smoother than they had in weeks.

Michael did sing loud as he nod at his head I saw my mum smiling sadly at him through my view mirror as Mitchelle chat at her phone she never say a word

Michael's voice rang through the line. "Let's talk."

The moment the screen lit up, messages poured in like they had gone insane. The vibration lasted a full minute. Most were missed calls from Simon. Dozens of them. There were also several messages, mostly from him. The earliest was sent at seven in the morning. [Maren, I'm almost at the hotel. Where are you? The makeup artist can't reach you.] Then at eight: [Stop making trouble. Come over now.] Nine: [Why aren't you answering your phone? Do you know how many guests have already arrived?] Ten: [Where are you?]

“You’ll thank me later.” I muttered under my breath, “I’ll show you ‘thank me later.’” And I stalked toward the restaurant, Tristain following like he hadn’t just nearly killed me for fun, visor reflecting the streetlights. This was going to be a very long night. I looked up at the glowing cursive above the door. L’Orchidée Blanche I raised an eyebrow. “You used your mommy’s money for this?”

The person other line screamed then the call drops. Aishat- Hello? Hello?

Jerrick said, still holding Lin’s weight, as she slumped in his arms. “Good idea.” I went around to Lin’s side and helped Jerrick walk her out into the hallway, where the music was less intense. The bass still rattled the floor beneath our feet. “Lin, I think it is time for us to get home. I ordered a rideshare; it should be here in…,” I said to Lin. Her head drooped and rested peacefully on Jerrick’s shoulder. “Oh no,” I mumbled. I reached over and shook Lin’s shoulder.

"Lincoln, show her to her mark. Dani, for this scene you're simply staring at him like you want to eat him. Think you can do that?" I nodded. Any woman could do that. Most men too. "Cue music!" Jaymeson called out. "Action." A techno mix of AD2's latest song filled the air as the extras started dancing around us. I stayed glued to the wall while Lincoln delivered his lines to Pris, and then he lifted his head, meeting my gaze. It's just a movie. It's just a movie. The breath left my chest on one slow exhale as he moved toward me, his body making fluid, purposeful movements through the crowd.

I answered, expecting a routine check-in. "Hey, man! How was the date?" Cameron's booming voice asked, accompanied by the faint sounds of clinking glasses, laughter, sultry music, and unmistakable moans. "Can you hear me?" I asked, struggling to focus over the background noise. "Barely!" Cameron shouted back, chuckling. "Hold on, let me get somewhere quieter." The sounds of rustling fabric, whispers, and playful giggles filled the line before Cameron's voice returned, slightly more subdued.