Piano Unravel Novels & Stories

He just kept quiet, and when he finally made a circle around the living room and heard enough words, he found Arthur and whispered, "I'm late. I couldn't even see her." "She wouldn't want you to see her." "How did that happen?" "Come," Arthur said and led him into a room where there was only a grand piano. Only now did Adelard lift his head and look into Arthur's face. And when he looked, he saw a tired man who may never be able to forget this pain. From his face, Adelard cried. He couldn't stand it and just contorted the muscles of his face. "Come here," Arthur said. With each tear, he pressed him against him even more and so, until Adelard asked, "How did that happen?"

The terror in her dialed irises confirmed his suspicion. His aura turned more cold and dark if possible. A small chuckle vibrated from his rough throat. Her unshed tears , she was trying so hard to control, started streaming down like waterfall, studying his deranged reaction. She was doomed. In hands of man who was her sinner, her tormentor, the man who ruined her.

The enchanting piano melody surrounded them, reaching deep into their souls and capturing their hearts. Suzanne's slender fingers danced gracefully on the piano. They gradually quickened in tempo with fervor and intensity. Her demeanor remained composed and elegant. Shocked, Layla hurried over to examine the sheet music Suzanne was playing. To her surprise, it was the globally recognized most difficult piano piece. Even Layla's mother, a skilled musician, might not necessarily play it well. Yet, Suzanne effortlessly performed it with ease and grace. Elyse's face went super pale. It felt like a big embarrassment just for her. She lowered her head and puffed her cheeks while listening to the p

The guitars, the sleek black grand piano, the multiple awards hanging on the walls, the trophies placed inside a shelf that we've received back in the days, the CDs that I placed in a every picture frames and everything that brings me back to our days as a band. I walk to my piano and run my palm over it as I walk closer to the keys. I opened it, pulled out the chair and sat down. There were blank papers on top of the piano and a piece of black pen. I stare at my hands that were on the keys and I gather my thoughts together. I close my eyes and just began to play a piece that was new to me. I was making up a piece that I didn't even know I had in mind. I stopped.

Even if he played it only once, the piece has etched itself into his mind, with every note clear in his memory. The piano sounded gradually. Renea sat down and listened attentively and grabbed every melody intricately. In her mind, she even constructed an entire music video for the composition. For someone like Stella, who didn’t understand the piano, she couldn’t discern whether the piece was good or bad. However, she couldn’t shake off signs of unease after listening to it. As the piece concluded, Renea stood up and said, “Thank you.” Then she pulled Stella and was ready to leave.

“Risk… must… gifted… not a tryst… dust… Play my part… trust… hair mussed… heart… lust… I was lost… box… come undone, unravel me.” The words “unravel me” repeat many times in the chorus. That should be the title of this song. Unravel Me. Carson unraveled me, and according to these lyrics, I’ve done the same to him. “Face front… don’t look back… celebrate the end of loneliness… the end of bachelorhood… no longer solo or a lone wolf.”

The white linen curtains moved softly, dancing like a ghost’s dress. And there, in the middle of all this old stone and silence, was something that didn’t belong. A grand piano. Black. Pristine. I walked toward it. My heart beat slower, heavier. A strange feeling, almost more unsettling than a gunshot. I reached out. The piano's surface was cold, smooth, and sent a chill up my arm. A thin layer of dust coated it. Untouched. Or maybe just untouched by anyone brave enough to play it in Zach Romano’s house.

*** Marco dreamed. Fragments of the past flickered by—moments he'd buried, moments he never truly saw. Aurora, winning a scholarship but spending it on a designer tie for him instead of herself. Aurora, standing in a dim chapel, hands clasped, praying—not for herself, but for his health. Aurora, dragging his drunk ass home, staying up all night to make sure he didn't wake up in pain. He reached for her, desperate to hold on. But the second his fingers grazed hers, she vanished—dissolving like mist.

“I think we still need more time to know each other better before we make any commitment. “Well, I agree with you Jane, this is actually my first sex since I lost my fiancée seven years ago. I’ve not touched another woman. This is to show you that you are very special to me. Wow!! What a coincidence, no wonder the energy was intense, I felt like I was going to tear Bryan when he caressed me and put me in the mood if wanted the sex badly. It was already midnight and we were not feeling sleepy so he sat on the bed and started conversing. “I honestly know how to play the piano Jane, I used to sing in my church choir when I was ten years old. “No way Bryan, I do not believe that. “Come let me sh

Daniel and Kaka had followed up with the principal immediately after the party to know what would have led to such a sudden change in the mood of all the teachers and even the principal. However all their efforts to unlock the principal were futile as the principal was weeping soberly. It didn't take a few minutes when the phone principal rang and he picked it up and ran to the other room to answer the call. Something that he has never done before now. This raised more fear inside Daniel. He concluded that they may have reversed the decision on Shola.