Stolen Songbird Novels & Stories

Back then, my pride couldn't handle even the smallest bruise, so I shot back, "I'm just playing with her." Selena sighed in relief upon hearing that. Then, she added, "I asked that deaf-o for answers on the last test, but she pretended not to hear. Since she wants to act deaf, let's make sure she can't hear at all. Jon, if you take her cochlear implants, then I'll believe you're not serious about her." Looking back, I realized just how foolish I was. I actually stole Madeline's cochlear implants and threw them away. Regret washed over me when I saw the confusion in her eyes and the desperation on her parents' faces as they knelt before everyone. But I didn't know how to confess my wrongdoing

Don't know why I'm scared just to take a chance, While I'm just standing here. Like a bird, I'm free to fly, Spread my wings and live my life. Like a bird, I'm up so high, Out of the cage, it's my time to shine. Like a bird, I'm free to fly. So tell me, tell me, why don't I? Her voice was the only sound in the entire yard. They felt that even the slightest noise would ruin the masterpiece. She finished singing, but the small crowd seemed oblivious.

he asks. Rage engulfs me as I look into the eyes of the male who rejected me. Chest heaving, I step back and look down at my soiled figure. My thoughts flicker for a moment, distracting me from any coherent response. Walking toward a nearby rock, I slide my hand across the coarse surface and rhyme. There was an old lady who swallowed a bird; How absurd to swallow a bird. She swallowed the bird to catch the spider, She swallowed the spider to catch the fly;

Even though he was alone, he was enjoying himself. (Lord N.) Nathan jolted and had already forgotten about the bee on his shoulder. “Yes, Lord A.” (Please stop singing that cursed song.) Ali sounded like he was shivering. Nathan didn’t blame him, though. It was a crappy and nasty song created by Shadow while hunting her target. She also sang that song during the spar with anyone in general. The song grew in them, and also gave them a nightmare. “Do you want me to forgo this song while finishing the job?”

If the Serbs didn’t take my Birdene, then who did? And if Flynn Black didn’t poach the Serbs, then who the fuck did? Who the fuck was Alana feeding false information to as well? Either way, I won't rest until I find my Little Bird, and I will burn every empire to the ground if I need to. I will paint the world a sinister shade of blood-red with the bodies that will drop like fucking flies.

Controlled. Just like me.

She misses the noise, they confided about me. I found the bird by the weeping statue. It was a common sparrow, or it had been. Now it sat on a crystallized branch, its beak open, but instead of a chirp, it poured out a perfect, heartbreaking symphony. A composition of pure regret, each note the sound of a specific, lost chance. It was beautiful. It was a violation. A small life, rewritten into art without its consent. Arthur finds it fascinating. He stands for hours, listening to the bird, his head cocked, a scientist’s curiosity on his face. “The harmonic structure is impossible,” he murmurs. “He’s not just altering its song. He’s rewriting its soul’s frequency.”

Like a fool. " So, when will her family be coming? Are you ready to receive them?" " Only her twin sister will come." " A twin sister?" Asked Dylan, surprised. " Yes, a twin sister. Two Diamond Crunchers with the same face, under my roof... I'm truly cursed, my dear friend." His friend said nothing. He heaved a dejected sigh as he emptied his glass again, turning back to the window as if hoping to see the solution to his problems coming from afar...

* * * * * * * * * * Just like any other day, I get up from my bed. My name is Alex Stones, a billionaire. I own several businesses around the country and even outside the country, so money is not a problem for me. All I want right now, that one thing I want so badly right now, is only Seline. If I manage to get her, my life will be perfect. I will be the happiest and the luckiest man on this planet.

She hated this already. Soon the building was packed, and she was dismissed from standing in the greeting line to go and mingle with the people. She looked at the clock on her phone, and it was nearing seven. She knew that would be her cue to leave. She smiled, knowing this torture was almost over. At five minutes to seven, there was a noise from the back of the building. No one thought too much about it. It wasn’t like an explosion or anything. When the music started to play, it was the theme song for one of her favorite movies that was older than her but she had watched it with Mav for the first time a few years before. She loved the song and the scene it was from. She thought how fitting