Stolen Songbird Novels & Stories

Not being able to hold him, kiss him, or hear his laughter was affecting her more than she wanted to admit. Distracted while cooking, she accidentally sliced her finger with the knife. As she tried to stop the blood, the food burned in the process. Everything felt off without Phillip around. Wrapping her finger in a napkin, she pressed it tightly to stop the bleeding. Just as she attempted to salvage what was left of her meal, her phone chimed with a message. It was from Collins: Hey, I have a plan to get Loveth back. I’ll call you later. I have an errand to run.

Not without losing her trust again. Tracker or no tracker in her phone, they would have taken her and hid her away from me because my men were not at that restaurant with her. That was the issue. My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I ripped it out, almost ending the call until I saw the name on the screen. Adam. Perhaps he had some news that would cheer me up. I swiped immediately. “Tell me you have something.” "We found a piece of footage," Adam rushed out, getting straight to the point. "Not from the restaurant since everything there is wiped and corrupted. But from a small shop nearby that no one would ever bother with. At eleven on the dot, a black SUV sped out of the area."

Olivia says with a high-pitched voice. "I'm nervous and I'm just doing this for the money and not because I love to be here," Rita roared into her friend's ear. The noise is making it difficult for them to hear each other. "I understand but you really can't turn back now". "I know and on second thought, I'll stop this once I've gotten sufficient cash to start up a business." They head to the bartender who offers them a cocktail and they sip, waiting for a man who'll walk up to them. The noise around the counter is less and easy to hear each other. As Rita is about to say something, a husky voice spoke up,

“Silver and gold couldn’t be compared. The days will be gone by, but promises with you will stay with me. I harbor all the affection, and roses that are you. Darkness will fall and the light will smile. The joy that you bring, lifts the shadows from deep within me. Everything becomes sweet the moment that you came. My life.” The song ended that the birds outside came inside his little prison and chirp as the melody ended. “Did you all like the song?” He asks, now talking to the little birds that flew down and now in front of him chirping cheerfully as their response. With a wide smile, Peter gave the little birds crumps of bread that the Maiden just gave him a while back and asks. “Do you th

It was one of the sacred values of the Martians living in the caves, and the Humans respect that. “In rain and in sunshine, the birds wander around for food. Whatever comes around will go, whatever goes will come around, like a maze in a circle, or a circle in a maze. In rain and in sunshine, worms get preyed upon by lizards, a battle of survival, in a world that betrayed the heavens” The song kept playing inside her head as she folded the letter and tucked it under the stone. She hoped he will find her message before the snow covers it all.

"What has become of my life?" Then, unfortunately, the lead hobo, named Oog, starts the chorus at the top of his high-pitched, annoying voice: 'Oooh Jaqueela, you're breaking my heart, you're shaking Oog's confidence, baby!' I raise my eyebrows after listening for a few more moments. "Of course, they'd steal another song's lyrics and miraculously get away with it." Only them! The unnamed girl, driving me to who-knows-where, frowns as if offended. "It's an original, a true classic. Watch what you say about my favorite band."

Then, she starts to sing a very familiar song. “Broken bird, broken wing, all the calmness that you bring. Seems to me like just another day. Struggling just to take flight, the lessons we learned overnight, an empty bed where you no longer lay.” No way I’m hearing this. Lucy is sitting here, trying to claim I stole this song from her? Oh, this is quite possibly the funniest and most idiotic mistake someone could ever make towards me.

And she could politely tell the bird he was causing her trouble. “Okay.” Cardinal chirps were fairly simple and weren’t re¬ally singing. If she kept her part short and sweet, her voice wouldn’t have any effect on Logan or the other men around. Thank the gods a warbler hadn’t sought them out. Logan had already commented on the men falling at her feet yesterday; he’d definitely notice if dozens of them started following her around. Q Roger knew that voice. The crane lifted his red-topped head from the spilled popcorn in the garden by the penguin enclosure. He’d hate to be those poor, flightless birds. Sandhill cranes had such a better life—a life that was seriously in trouble if that was who h

Slade said, leaning back in his chair. I burst out laughing. Just gets better and better. I got to my feet. “Were you really fucking about to pass off MY songs as your own? Suddenly after a decade of working here you’re a writer? Like anyone would believe that. Where are my books Devin,” I said, getting in front of him and poking his chest. “All those songs we paid thousands to record? They were stolen,” someone asked. “They were,” Slade said, as the door opened and a few really huge bikers came in.

Replied Brandon as he tightened the hug. "Loverbirds loverbirds don't fly away" Mia repeatedly sang and Tina joined her. Beatrice disengaged from the hug and turned to look at both singing. "Stop it, Mia" Brandon said and they stopped singing. "But what kind of song is that?" Tina asked. Wait, she didn't know but still yet she sang it. "It's a poem composed by Mia, dedicated to her beloved brother" Mia smiled. "Well, the poem is lame" Brandon said and they all laughed.