The Long Song Novel Novels & Stories

She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore. "The End," she wrote at the last page of her novel. Cathedra climbed atop her desk chair and hung a noose over the beams. She tied a knot firmly, making sure it was strong enough to fulfill its purpose. She slipped the knot over her head. She jumped and kicked the chair off. For a few minutes she struggled and fought for breath, the way humans were normally programmed to do. For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life.

As the heavy rain went on outside, the beautiful melody played in the room: “How long will I love you, As long as starts are above you, and longer if I can. How long will I need you, As long as the seasons need to. Follow their plan. How long will I be with you, As long as the sea is bound to, wash upon the sand. How long will I want you, As long as you want me to, and longer by far. How long will I hold you, As long as your father told you, as long as you can. How long will I give to you, As long as I live through you, however long you say. How long will I love you, As long as starts are above you, and longer if I may…” Both of them kept silent. Vincent sat on the floor and Melainy stood, l

The first time I went to the boutique to try on wedding dresses, I stumbled upon the staff playing their game of “Guess the Bride.” The big screen inside was displaying the package my fiancé had reserved. Eager to snag the commission, the makeup artist spoke up first: “I remember the bride is petite and delicate. She looks absolutely stunning in a mermaid dress.” The photographer chime in: “She has straight bangs and two dimples when she smiles.” “Oh, right—and a red mole on her collarbone. She looks best in an off-shoulder gown.” I froze right on the spot. I had waist-length, voluminous waves, no dimples, and certainly no mole. The person they were describing fit my best friend—Charlotte Ho

It’s possible to see the person behind me with that height. There’s nobody behind me. I awkwardly looked back at him before pointing to myself. “Me?” I asked nervously. What if he’s a part of a syndicate who abducts high school girls then rapes them before killing them and throwing them to the Han River afterwards? I mean, yes, he’s handsome but don’t bad guys nowadays look so angelic? He gave me a look and nodded. “Do you see anyone else around?” He asked me and I shook my head. “Then, take it.” He spoke. “It shields a lot more rain than your precious books.”

Jane read the first verse, she seems not familiar on the song. "Your turn baby." Mommy Sha said. "Uphill battle, I look good when I climb. I'm ferocious, precocious. I get braggadocios, I'm not gonna stop, I like the view from the top." I sang it, I know what the tune was e.

Larisa wrote down the last line of the poem and shut her jotter. She yearned for Aleric so badly. Her hand reached out and picked up the goblet of red, thick blood, raising it to her lips. Not that she was hungry. She just needed the blood to serve as an aphrodisiac substitute to what she was feeling, to what she wanted. Sex. A copulation of body and soul with her beloved. But that would not be today, nor tomorrow. His journey still had a few days left in it.

The lights reflected in the small river, shimmering on the water. She sat in a small tavern by the river, listening to melodious songs and tasting local wine. Her heart was full of contentment and joy. It had been a long time since she had thought about George and Kimberly. This was a good thing. Having drunk a bit, Cora felt lightheaded. She decided to go out for a walk to sober up. When Cora reached a small courtyard, the sky suddenly opened up with light rain. Rain fell at an angle past the dark eaves. Cora leaned against the weathered wooden doorframe.

"Alan, now that Amy's out of the picture, can you finally be with Eden? I remember how close you two used to be!" Eden, supported by Hank as they slowly made their way home, looked at me with hopeful eyes. I wanted to say yes, that I could finally be with her. But the words wouldn't come. Frustration tightened around me like a noose. I stepped outside, desperate for air, and that was when the sharp pain hit, tearing through my chest. The pain was unbearable. I collapsed to my knees as I fought to stay conscious. What was happening? Why was my body wracked with such blinding agony? Had the mate bond been broken?

" Lucy was more stunned than elated. She had never imagined Jasper would agree so quickly to let her keep the baby. Maybe he did have a soft spot for her. With Jasper in the midst of a divorce, Lucy's heart was racing with excitement. "Is this for real? Mr. Carter, I'm just not prepared." Her words tumbled out in a jumble. Jasper gave her a brief look, his voice cool as he said, "You have Mr. Long's number, right? Get in touch with him. He'll take care of everything." Lucy felt a wave of anxiety; things did not seem as rosy as she had hoped.

Snow fell heavily that night, and he watched as the last light in the villa went out. In the end, he never caught a glimpse of me. … The snow fell for three days, and Luke and I lost ourselves in each other the entire time. At the same time, Nathan also stayed outside for three solid days. On the fourth day, the snow finally cleared. When Luke took me out for fresh air, Nathan stepped right in front of the car. His face was deathly pale, and even his voice trembled. "Willow, please come home with me." There was more emotion in his voice than I had ever heard, more so than when he found out that Lily was coming back.