Romance Books About Musicians Novels & Stories

"Liebling, I've been playing classical music since before you were born. What you two did during that adagio was not 'just playing the music.' That was musical foreplay." I choked on my coffee. "Greta!" "Oh, don't look so scandalized. Music has always been about passion, why do you think half of history's greatest composers wrote their best pieces while having torrid affairs?" She leaned forward, fixing me with that no-nonsense stare that had probably terrorized generations of music students. "The question is, what are you planning to do about it?" "Nothing," I said automatically. "There's nothing to do about it." "Nothing?" She raised an eyebrow. "Klaus, that man is clearly interested in yo

It was relief that he brought much money before he decided to left home. The two lovers seemed to enjoyed their conversation together. It seemed they looked like a better as a lovers. After they finished their food. Nao still followed them until he saw that Loki's boyfriend kissed that woman. He became stoic and shocked at the moment that Loki’s boyfriend dating with another woman. "is that guy already broke up with Loki?” Nao mumbled There is another woman who’s arrived at the moment. She seemed to be looked like a Loki figure. She smiled as she was excited walking just to see her boyfriend.

And the sweet, snowy white baby's breath blooms sometimes gave the excuse of an activity for anxious fingers to do; to play with while some girl awaited that profession of love, that promise of ever-after happiness. To the right corner of the room, a small band and a pianist performed accompanied by a singer, crooning romantic jazzy tunes. The acoustics of the room accentuated every note, every beat, every word breathed out by the singer. Every crescendo made sharper, every sigh softer.

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

The little cute candles on the table were also giving the same glow so it made the table look all fancy and magical. “Didn’t know the dining table could look like a 7 star hotel with just bulbs and candles “ said Hazel, already bringing her phone out to take some pictures. “What is going on ?” I asked again and before someone can process the whole thing and give me an answer. A soft and a familiar romantic music started playing in the background, it was one of my favorite songs that keeps me calm when I’m reading, it was sung by Stephen and Em. ***I would never fall in love again until I found her"

Klick asked once Floopy had mostly calmed down. The musician didn't answer immediately and Klick didn't rush him. Whatever choice that Floopy made, Klick would do his best to support him. He might not like the idea of Floopy trying to pursue a fruitless love but if that was what the musician wanted, he would support. For a musician like Floopy, everything he experienced in life translated into great compositions. There would be no loss as it was usually better to have loved and lost than never loved at all. Amanda has been dying for some good romance works but Floopy had never written those before. "I-I have a request..."

"If they are having issues with you being the Captain and I'm the guy everyone hates, I guess we’re the outcast’s now." I laughed a little. "The Outcasts. Sounds like a bad movie." "It is a bad movie," Jax agreed. "But at least the music is good." He reached over and turned on a small speaker. A slow, quiet song started to play. We sat there on the edge of the bed, two guys with bruised faces and no idea what tomorrow would bring. I looked at Jax, and for a second, I forgot about my father and the NHL. I just noticed the way the lamplight hit his face and the way he was breathing a little easier now.

I did not reply to Jeremy Steward's message. I just stared at that photo. I knew the car interior all too well. After all, it was the promotional gift I had given him. Hanging from the glove compartment on the passenger side was the safety charm I had woven by hand. I tapped into that unfamiliar account again and opened her playlist. The pinned playlist was titled 'A Love That Came Late.' Its description read, 'You are the joy that came too late and the one I'll love for the rest of my life.'

It was a love that had weathered storms and celebrated sunny days, a love that had grown stronger with each passing year. Roderick reached for the guitar that sat beside the fireplace. He strummed a few chords and began to sing a sweet, melodic tune that spoke of love, devotion, and the beauty of their shared journey. Cynthia closed her eyes, savoring the serenade. It was a moment that encapsulated their love—a simple, beautiful melody in the midst of life's chaos. As the rain continued to fall outside, Roderick's song filled the cabin, wrapping them in a cocoon of love and music. It was a moment of pure magic, a reminder that their love story was an ever-evolving masterpiece, with each day

The music was hauntingly beautiful, carrying with it a sense of longing and determination. Drawn to the enchanting melody, we approached the musician. He looked up, his eyes meeting ours, and a knowing smile graced his lips. "Sometimes, love is not just a journey of two souls, but a symphony that reverberates through the lives of others. Cherish each note, for it weaves a tapestry of stories that will be told for generations to come." His words resonated deep within us, reminding us that our love story had touched the lives of many, inspiring them to believe in the power of love, resilience, and the pursuit of dreams.