Stolen Songbird Novels & Stories

Myrtle nodded and looked at me, her eyes squinting like she was trying to tell me to take my secret to the grave. It wasn’t like I wasn’t still a virgin, but I did kiss someone when I was sixteen. Birdy was older than me and almost eighteen when, one night, she kissed me. I kissed her back and touched her boobs. That was it, really, before someone caught us and got Birdy kicked out of my room and placed in the other room. Myrtle hurt me badly for that and told me if I tried to kiss anyone again, she’d kill Birdy. I was worth twice as much as Birdy, and even more if I were "pure".

"Very compelling. Did you want to be friend, or did you want...to be something else?" She looked away. "I'm greedy, Mr. Hades. I want to be your friend and your song bird, and...more." "And I'm guessing, you want your poet too?" He asked. "I want it all. That's why I end up with nothing. Always. Greedy. Wanting more and more. I'm never satisfied, Mr. Hades." He smirked. "Do you want my money too, greedy Songbird?" She shook her head.

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”

Countless scornful looks fell upon me, and my body stiffened. The words I had strung together were lodged fast in my throat. All I wanted was to retrieve my belongings. All I wanted was to say goodbye. "What are you doing here?" Before I had time to recover, Ivor emerged from the villa holding a stuffed toy. It was our token of love from when we were 18. On the day of our engagement, it went missing. I thought it was gone forever.

With a smile, Vin gently turns Callie’s body to face the stage, where the two lead actors step onto a platform, a fake grand staircase, as they prepare to sing their final song. “Ah, this is my favorite,” she whispered, a soft smile gracing her lips when Vin wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I will be there, beside you through the lonely nights that fall… such a beautiful song.” “I’m here, Songbird. Unlike that fool who got himself imprisoned for so many years.”

The addictive song repeated again and again, filling the air in the collection room. Both Sean and Suzan were taken aback. Birdie calmly turned off her alarm. "Sorry, it's time for my TV show. Do you mind speeding things up?" As a scientist, Birdie followed a strict schedule. The strongly addictive song had won over the eerie laughter. The song repeated in Larissa's head; she almost sang it out loud. Vincent lightly coughed and said, "Mommy, stop singing." "Oh, did I sing that out loud?" Larissa said embarrassedly. "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

I asked, keeping my voice neutral. “Aria! I’ve missed you. Listen, I have a client who needs a real shark. Can I send him your way?” I blinked. Vanessa and I hadn't spoken since the furniture store incident. “A client? What kind of case?” “It’s a song-theft. Plagiarism. Someone’s been howling another wolf’s melody,” she explained, her tone unusually sharp. Later that afternoon, I sat across from Vanessa’s friend, Jay Lockson, a beta musician whose eyes were shadowed with defeat.

Perhaps it was the tremors running across my skin, or the half-flinches that jolted through my leg muscles every time I thought Falmer’s hand was about to descend upon my cut, but he seemed to understand, without words, that I needed something to take my mind off it. “Okay,” he said, and I felt rather than saw him settling back on his heels. “How about the story of the Songbird?” “Sounds good,” I said, through gritted teeth. My brow was knotted with concentration as I stared out of the window. The sun was beginning to rise; though it was masked by the thick, oppressive cloud cover, the edges of the sky were beginning to lighten, the deep grey turning silver and, in places, pale pink. “There

Swiping open, I begin to go through the messages until my eyes come to rest on one that is only media. “What the hell?” I hiss, clicking on it and waiting until it opens so I can see a picture of my songbird’s wrist and a piece of glass. “Fuck!” Understanding exactly what it was that she was planning, I begin to move, making my way to the parking garage and then jumping in my car. Once I’ve squealed out and onto the street, I place an earbud in my ear and then dial my little songbird’s number, but she doesn’t answer.

"The person who deserved to hear that can no longer hear anything. Because of you, she lived her whole life without a clean identity. After she died, even a cemetery application was delayed because her records had already been stolen by you." Henry's shoulders trembled violently. From downstairs, sirens began to rise, one after another, growing closer.