Stolen Songbird Novels & Stories

Knowing she could not dally anymore, she shouted, "Okay, okay! I will tell you the real truth now! Just stop!" Laura's dark skin now seemed to sag, weighed down by the crushing burden of her secret. Her grey hair appears dull and lifeless, like a veil of shame cast over her face. Her brown eyes, once warm and loving, now filled with tears, brimming with a deep remorse that threatened to spill over. Her voice trembled, a barely audible whisper, as if the words themselves were toxic, poisoning her very soul. "Tristan, I, I stole you," she stammers, the words hanging in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down, daring him to confront the truth.

Anita asked, referring to her notebook. Kirsten slid her notebook inside her backpack slowly. Anita merely gazed at it, wondering if it was what her cousin was writing. Kirsten eventually tucked her notebook into her bag. "It's nothing," Kirsten explained. "Yeah, just my arithmetic notes," she clarified. Anita gave her a smug expression. "Okay," she said and she sat beside her. "How come you're alone?" Anita asked. She just thought that Samuel and Kirsten were together since they were both free at the time. So, she is surprised at why she is alone. Kirsten didn't respond straight away. She averted her gaze and was deafeningly silent. Anita fixed her attention on her cousin's face.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise Adapted from Boss Baby(The Beatles) Black bird Brianna's POV I know what it is they say about me, I know about the stares, the words without meaning. I know about the race for superiority complex, the darkness that consumes. Daily, it's a struggle, to be better, to be stronger. Once, they hurt me. Once, they broke my spirit, quenched the fire in my soul. Till one thought ravaged my mind like a wild beast on the prowl;

Oprah recounted. "So, she couldn't buy it but stole it? What a crafty move!" Angela said as she searched for information on her computer. "Oprah, do you know that some of the songs Zoey sang before were purchased, and some were stolen?" "Yes, I'm aware." Oprah felt anger rising within her. "I just didn't expect her to plagiarize mine." In reality, it wasn't coincidental. Zoey had always desired songs from the renowned overseas composer Miss Johnny. So, she had someone find compositions from long ago and modify them.

“I fixed it! I fixed the song!” Lyra knelt down, her smile gentle. “What did you fix, little one?” Sera opened her hands. Lying in her palm was a small, brown sparrow. One of its wings was bent at a strange angle. “He fell from the nest. The song was all wrong. It was a hurting song. So I… I held him. And I sang to him. I sang the song my mom sings to me when I have a bad dream. And look!”

She approached the grave with a soft, almost tender smile that made everyone's skin crawl. "See? I brought back everything that belongs to you. None of it is left for anyone else." Under the horrified stares of the crowd, she carefully placed the bloody kidneys Anna had taken from me into the urn. When the police rushed in with guns raised, they froze in disbelief. I turned to Mom. She raised her head, laughed, and pointed into the air. "Look, Jenna has returned." I let out a soft, long sigh, as if I had finally released the last thread of attachment.

' She couldn't hear me. Dad latched onto her words like a lifeline. "Even Priscilla says so! She likes your brother and is still willing to prioritize helping you!" Daniel looked at her and trembled as he cried. "But this is stealing his life–" Priscilla stood up and walked over to him. "It's borrowing, and it's only for a year. We'll wait for Caleb at college." My parents exchanged a look and nodded at him. I floated between them. Memories came flooding back.

Someone even posted a screenshot of my results and Gina’s. “If you ask me, I would say she stole her cousin’s song and tagged her a thief. I heard from a reliable source that Gina Greenwood moved in with Emily’s family after her father’s death. I heard her mother is sick. If you ask me, she was forced to admit that she stole it.” I immediately opened the comment section, hoping someone would still defend me, but I was wrong. “She is a thief.” “Liar. She kept making videos about how she had the right to the song and made us misunderstand the real victim. It turns out she was just a liar.”

Sienna was quiet for a long time, processing everything she'd heard—both through the walls and directly from him; It didn't excuse his actions, didn't make kidnapping acceptable or imprisonment justified; but it made him human, made her see the wounded child driving the adult's decisions. "Your mother," she said finally. "What was her favorite song? The one she sang to you?" Luca looked surprised by the question. "It was called 'Ninna Nanna'; an old lullaby, very traditional—why?" "Sing it," Sienna said impulsively. "I want to hear what she sang to you." "Sienna—" "Please," she said. "I'm trying to understand you, trying to see past the monster to the person underneath; help me do that."

To secure a major project, I had to fly overseas immediately. When I returned, two months had already passed. By then, that family was in complete ruin. Mr. Moonstone had been admitted to the ICU. Despite her advanced age, Mrs. Moonstone had boldly chosen love, running off with Caleb after emptying the family accounts. Emily, the illegitimate daughter, was ambitious, rallying shareholders to wrest control of the company from her. As for her so-called true love, Aaron, he caused her plenty of trouble as well. His plagiarism scandal had been exposed.