Our Secret Song Novels & Stories

“Do you write your own songs?” “Sometimes,” I said softly. “Tell me,” Miss Dorathy said, turning slightly as we walked, her heels echoing with every click-click on the floor, “what kind of music speaks to you?” I hesitated. “Ballads. Old ones. The kind that sound like secrets.” She chuckled, the sound echoing too long in the narrow hall. “Good answer. Music is a language of secrets, isn’t it?” We walked in silence for a moment before she tilted her head curiously.

I love being with her, and how I wish it could be forever. "By the way, Anika. Thanks for everything. I appreciated all your effort, trying to make me feel better .." My eyes squint slightly, showing my gratitude to her. "Don't mention it, Jaz. You helped me before, so we're even now." Smile lines showed up, turning to face me a bit. I'm glad she's with me right now. Afterward, Anika opened the radio in her car, and a song played. My heart was blown away when the lyrics began. It's titled secret love by Little Mix.

he asked excitingly. I gulped with fear. What if gets to know that I am the singer? What if he thinks I deceived him keeping it as a secret? "Who? I don't know."I replied. "Ma'am you send some one to sing right?."That guy asked. "That girl didn't came. So I thought one of your troop member sang,"I lied. "That girl said you sent her! And she came with her friend! And sang the song but after finishing the song she disappeared like she never existed."He explained to aaron.

Kneeling down next to Sunny, I said, “We’re gonna find something you like.” Song after song, nothing seemed to stop the crying—until I got to the seventies station. “Stayin’ Alive” by the Bee Gees was on. Little Sunny’s eyes went wide as she listened. I started bopping my head to the music and watched as she fell silent and remained content. “Did we find a winner?” Sharon asked.

"Supposedly, they without a doubt aren't together. In any case, there are additionally bits of hearsay that Lorde dismissed Jessica's advances." Robert and Selina traded looks once more. This made things fascinating. Robert began walking about the room. After a brief time, he pointed at the PC and shared with Selina, "Pull up the subtleties on Jessica and Lorde." Then, at that point, he began looking through the room before he tracked down an organizer. He opened the organizer and just a little before he lifted his head. "Selina, would you say you are finished?" Selina answered, "I just observed their school records. Do you maintain that me should peruse them out?"

I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel Something really real so that I can really Feel like a person again I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel Something really real so that I can really Feel like a person again Can you tell me a secret? Can you tell me what's wrong with me? I know I should be angry But I can barely feel a fuckin' thing Can you tell me a secret? Can you tell me what's wrong with me? Can you tell me what's wrong with me? By the time I was reaching home it was already night time. It's been a year and I still haven't seen her.

A slow song suddenly came on and I smiled up at him. "The night we met" by Lord Huron and Phoebe Bridgers started playing and a knot formed in my throat. I rested my head against Cole's chest as I listened to the words. They remind me of a love I lost. Once the song was over an upbeat song started playing so we all started dancing wildly to the music again. "Students, may I have your attention please?" Our school secretary asked over the mic and everyone's gazes rested on her. "The time has come for me to call the king and queen to the stage." Miss said and we clapped our hands.

Ophelia buried her face in her arms. This wasn’t just physical. And that was the problem. Because the only thing worse than liking your enemy… was loving him. Two days later, a secret file was slipped into Ophelia’s locker. No sender. No message. Just a name: Project Halo. Inside the envelope: photos. Of her. Carl. Her father. All dated years before she even arrived at Velgrave. And on the last page — a classified seal. Property of the Velgrave Authority. Her fingers trembled.

I've been so many places in my life and time I've sung a lot of songs, I've made some bad rhyme I've acted out my life in stages With ten thousand people watching But we're alone now and I'm singing this song for you I know your image of me is what I hope to be I've treated you unkindly, can't you see? Ooh, here's no one more important to me So, darling, won't you please see through me? Because we're alone now and I'm singing this song for you, yeah, yeah You taught me precious secrets of the truth, withholding nothing You came out in front, well, baby, I was hiding

He had placed the small knife on my lips. "Just hear each and every word I say," he said in a deep tone, which made a shiver run down through my spine. "What you saw, shall be kept a secret. Not a single soul shall learn about it and if by mistake, you have a slip of tongue, consider yourself dead. I will make you dig your grave and bury you alive under gunpoint."