Romance Books About Musicians Novelas e Histórias

I am finding a comfortable spot when I saw a brown girl kissing a guy’s neck found it chessy worthy. And then again, I saw a girl seducing dancing on a guy’s lap. Never thought in the first place that I will come to this bar, well didn’t know that this will go wild. I’m still strolling when I saw a tall girl casually talking to a guy, it caught my attention because they’re the only one who isn’t dancing, just like me. I was about to approach them when the music stopped and the mic turned on.

And just as I lunged at him with the broom, he swiftly ran away. My nostrils flared with annoyance. "That jerk! A womanizer, an immature brat. He'll pay for this later!" I resumed my cleaning task. I continued sweeping the floor and then proceeded to arrange the books scattered and piled up under the coffee table. Books about music. How to compose a song? The influence of music on poetry. Although the books were outdated, the faded pages hinted at their long history of use. Perhaps they belonged to a master musician or Fiore's ancestors who had resided in this place. These books were meant to inspire and create music that would never be forgotten.

“You seem a little… mysterious for romance.” “Romance can be mysterious too.” “Fair point.” We reached the small square with the fountain again, the same musicians playing softly nearby, and Diego slowed slightly while glancing at me. “So what was the last book you wrote about?” I hesitated, then sighed quietly. “An age gap romance.” His head turned toward me immediately. “Oh, now I’m curious.” I laughed a little. “You sound like a reader.” “I’m not,” he admitted, “but now I want to know.”

Another two hours go by before he realizes Andre has fallen asleep, his notebook fallen on the floor, the book he was supposed to be annotating has a page bent in half as it's smushed between his chest and the mattress. This guy he’s lucky he’s an insanely talented hockey player because he’s hopeless and Dylan is hopeless too because by the time he finishes cleaning up both his and Andre’s study materials, he realizes that these feelings in his heart have nearly quintupled in size. And he doesn’t know if they’re ever going to stop.

She couldn't help but grit her teeth and sneer as she snapped, "What's the use of getting a man's love? Once he stops liking you, I'm eager to see how miserable you'll be." Hannah couldn't help but give her a look. What she said was completely absurd. She didn't sound anything like the female lead in a cringe romance novel. In the book, love was the only thing that mattered to her. She gave up playing the piano, what she was once best at, for Cedric's sake. Besides, she also gave up her job. In the end, in what seemed to be a perfect ending, Misty was willingly kept in captivity by Cedric.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think Nyxen would be driving." She snorted and looked pointedly at Nyxen again. "Because he shouldn't be." Sheesh. That tone was sharp enough to cut through a diamond. Thank skies Nyxen just ignored it. "I know." Declan grinned. "Do you want to hear the songs I wrote about Nyxen?" That got her to look at him again, this time in mainly curiosity. "Sure." "Once upon a time there was a man not named Dime. He had lots of shiny black hair but with it he didn't climb a stair."

“Why have I never heard of this?” “I went there during summer holidays, since I needed money at that time. My father was just laid off, and my mother was down with leukemia.” Myka gave a self-deprecating smile. “Sounds cliche, doesn’t it? Most female leads in romance novels have the exact same tragic story as mine. They sell their bodies to get money for their family members, and then they run into domineering CEOs. “Unfortunately for me, I’m not you nor those female leads. I didn’t run into Kieran and Titus. I sold myself to an old man for money.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

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Charlotte called sweetly. "Yes, my wife?" "Now I understand why you'd prefer us to play without looking at the musical notes manual." "I'm curious about your answer, what is the reason?" “Because if we play the piano it feels more romantic, besides, if we play while looking at a book, our concentration will fade. The concentration is not meant in fear of pressing the wrong note, but our concentration when we are making love to each other. Then, you can hug me to your heart's content and I can spoil you, is my answer right?" Charlotte spoke her thoughts with a confident look.