Stolen Songbird Novels & Stories

The shamanistic bard opened his arms, indicating everyone in the room as they all murmured hypnotically in response, “Aanaittu tantaiyin peyarrril“. They chanted the words, low and guttural, repetitively as the bard continued. “For its safe and intact delivery into the hands in which it belongs, the esteemed leading families of the Verrraipucci, 100 gold coins, our sincerest apologies for the unfortunate accident that took a man’s life-” Stefan snarled. ‘Accident? My left foot!’ That was not what happened, and if he were Clarissa, he would tell them where to shove it. “-and her family’s indoctrination and adoption into the werecat tribe.”

Stowaway Chapter twenty-seven Aiden's point of view. I can't believe I've just had phone sex locked in a toilet in a busy airport. Damn this woman of mine has me acting like a hormonal teenager. I grin as I clean myself off. So fucking worth it though…… I fasten my pants ups before I run back through the airport, to where my team is waiting to board. Grit looks at me as he asks. "You feeling okay now." "Yeah, must have been something I ate."

“How did this happen? Why did he sell the company out? What the hell was he thinking?” Fletcher tried to gather more intel to get the story straight. “I heard that Mr. Songbird found out about the whole thing. Our rival company released a project identical to ours. “Mr. Songbird got suspicious and launched an internal investigation. The trail led back to Kaze. I can’t believe that he’s a crook.” “I know, right? The company doesn’t have many projects to begin with, and we’ve lost one. At this rate, we might not be able to keep operations running. We’ll be out of a job.”

We keep behind closed doors, everytime I see you, I die a little more Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls It'll never be enough As you drive me to my house I can't stop these silent tears from rolling down You and I both have to hide on the outside where I can't be yours and you can't be mine But I know this we got a love that is hopeless I was enchanted, feeling as though the voice was reaching right inside my chest and gripping my heart. Then she let the cloak fall away and my breath was stolen in that moment. It was Stormie. I knew that the voice felt familiar but I'd never heard her sing. Hell most people here hadn't even heard her speak before. The room was silent as

"Orion seemed to have finally found a confidant, so he expressed his frustrations and helplessness. " "Mr. Song, he broke our promise which was to share the money we first earned. Then, I was told that he was kidnapped, and all the money was gone. Isn't that too much of a coincidence? Soon after that, Dakari opened a studio. Where did he get the money?" You didn't question him at all? Of course I did. He said he borrowed the money from somewhere. I didn't have any evidence that he stole the money. What else could I do?

“His younger brother?” “Michael,” Andrew replied. Elowen’s mind flickered back to a song she had heard once. The melody had been haunting, the lyrics raw, but something had felt…off. “Is he the one who sang ‘Love Me or I Die’?” Andrew nodded. “That song wasn’t his. It was stolen from Daniel. Daniel’s the original artist.”

I took in a deep breath and exhaled as I lean onto the railing. Still, the birds continued to chirp. I smiled and blinked slowly as if I was in a trance. The bright and cheery songs of the birds were forcing a song out of me. And that’s what I did. I started singing. “Do Re Me Fa SO….FUCKING SHUT UP YOU DAMN BIRDS! TWEET TWEET MY ASS! GO TAKE YOUR STUPID TWEET TWEET ELSEWHERE!” I screamed bloody murder as I took off my slipper and hurled each of them blindly to towards the trees.

Mom reminded me. I was washing my hands when I heard two women talking in separate cubicles. “Did you know that Chadrick has a new girl? She is really beautiful” said the girl one. “I think Chadrick is serious with her. Who knows, she's the lucky bitch the heir would marry this time” the other answered. As I heard those words, I felt like my stomach was churning and my tears were about to fall but I kept on holding them. I'm afraid for my makeup to get ruined so I composed myself and added more lipstick.

I didn’t say anything and just sipped my tea. Fynn’s POV The crow landed near my office window, but I was feeling physically so damn sick that I almost missed him. The note tied around his leg was hard to read. I didn’t recognize the handwritten to be that of our spy. “They are going to marry her off as a concubine!” It felt as if someone had stabbed me right in the heart. I made it out just in time as my wolf pushed through and we shifted, howling in pain. I was seeing red and all I could think about was getting over that wall and finding my mate!

“And what did you plant, Mr. Gardner?” Somehow, his skull smirked. The brightest seed of rebellion. The act of life is war. But I showed you that this morning. Mourning my impossible dreams. “So angels dream, Samael?” I do. Perhaps it's sin. He whistled with his bare teeth. Two birds darted from the canopy: one lush red with black wings; the other a crow. I scrutinized the first. “That's a Scarlet Tanager.”