Perfect Pitch Last Song Novels & Stories

He kissed her shoulder, rocking her slowly. Then it dawned on her. He was humming the last song they had danced to at the club, "When A Man Loves A Woman." She stilled, tensing up and he sighed. Whatever would keep her in his arms.... "You okay beautiful?" "Yeah, thank you for everything. Did you request the last song at the hall tonight?" "Yes. I did." The silence between them had them weaving their fingers together. "It's a beautiful song. Do you like the original by Percy Sledge or the remake by Michael Bolton?" She asked softly.

“What are you going to do? Your parents are very, very, very, very, rich people.” My hot choco was cold already, but I drank a fill anyways. “I'm going to show them how very, very, very, popular I am,” I murmured with a smirk. Jack's mood brightened immediately. He smiled like he knew exactly what I was thinking. “What do you have in mind?” “Now will be a good time to release our last single,” I paused to let it sink in, then added. “With a message.” The song in question was the last of the album which took me to the top. A highly anticipated one.

Her soft and melodic voice filled the air. ~Why are you looking at me with those sad eyes? Don't cry Did you recognize me right away? Why did you come to me now? ~I love you, I love you, I love you I felt that it was a wonderful fate. And I miss you, I miss you, I miss you You are my long-lost destiny As the song finished, the crowd went silent. Everly opened her eyes and glanced around them. She stood up slowly and took the mic from the mic stand and spoke. "Thank you."

They need that time to talk, it has been years and that’s the first time I saw them that closed. I leaned on the wall when I finally reached the second floor. Until here, I can still hear the loud voices of those lunatics, who are now singing a song that they just picked up somewhere. All I know is it's an annoying, ugly, and an ear-piercing tone, and their out of tune voice adds more heavy weight in my head.

we go our separate ways. I wished for this to be our final farewell. It was a way to put a satisfying end to those eight years, for I couldn't forget three miserable years spent at the rehab. And Mark was the person who sent me in there and locked the door behind me. “Jennifer...” Mark reached out to grab me, but I dodged him. “Mr. Anderson, please don’t disturb me anymore I want to spend my remaining time peacefully.” After saying that, I left. I drove the small electric vehicle, and through the rearview mirror, I saw Mark’s car following behind, neither too close nor too far. I didn’t pay it any mind.

The office fell into silence again. Martins leaned back in his chair, reached for the remote on his desk, and flicked on the television absentmindedly. He was only half paying attention, until he saw the image on the screen. There was Alex, standing on a stage, microphones around him, flashes from reporters bouncing in every direction. His voice came clearly into the office speakers, ringing with desperation. “…I am asking for one last chance. In three days’ time, I will stand before the priest and the world and reaffirm my vows to Amara Akwarandu. I will be waiting for her there. And if she comes, I swear I will never fail her again…”

I hugged them all and stopped J, I hugged them tight and with so much gratitude in my voice… “Thank you J, you have helped me to see my beauty again. Words can not express the gratitude I have for you and your team.” J smiled and replied “Bitch your gorgeous, you just need a little help remembering. And I’m definitely going to take you up on a place to stay while in Boston…” they turned and started walking away, calling over there shoulder “The master isn’t done with their muse!”

I sat on the couch, the proposal video Walter made playing in the background, the pastries I had bought beside me. The pastries I once savored then left a bland taste in my mouth. Perhaps my tastes changed. It was not just the pastries I had lost my taste for. Walter had gone radio silent. I tossed my phone on the coffee table and started to pack up my stuff. It was already midnight. I was about to officially run out of patience, ready to use up the last of my so-called 'forgiveness cards.' Just then, my phone buzzed—it was Walter. "Melissa, are you asleep? Don't wait up. I've got stuff to handle, and I won't make it home tonight.

Elijah didn’t just sing, he commanded. The first note rolled out low and velvet-smooth, wrapping around the room like smoke. The song was old, a classic love ballad Fiona had once played on repeat during late-night study sessions in college—“At Last” by Etta James, but slower, rawer, like he’d stripped it down to its bones and rebuilt it with his own heartbeat. And his eyes? They never left Fiona. Not once. Sebastian felt it like a punch to the gut. He’s singing to her. Not to the room. Not for the laughs. To her. Every lyric:

This was all Adam and I had managed to do with all our strength. Casper was indeed drawn over and walked to the door as if he was being guided by something else, just in time to hear Sydney say to her daughter. "And the last time I made you frame that witch, I clearly told you to fall harder! But in the end, all you had was a minor fracture!