The Lost Song Book Novels & Stories

Marcus said. “And the book got lost again.”

He simply sent his assistant to collect my documents. Within half an hour, the marriage certificate was already in my hands. Seeing my silence, Toby assumed I was hurting. He quickly sent someone to fetch the family heirloom and gently placed the emerald pendant into my hand. "Lucian is the only son in our family. I'm sure being sent so far away for marriage must have been difficult for you. "This is a family heirloom. Keep it close. No one will dare to mistreat you while you carry it." Those familiar words caught me off guard.

dad said while crying. I was snatched away from papa by some stranger? " oh my little sister i missed you so much" the person said while crying. "Who are you ?" I asked still hugging? "You don't remember me?" He was disappointed. I shook my head. I am lorenzo your eldest brother. LOLO , he always gave me piggy rides. " LOLO?" I said " yes flower." He said and i was full on crying now. Again i was snatched away and got hugged by my rest of brothers except one who was just glaring.

I pulled my head up again trying to ignore the sad emotions creeping inside me but the annoying feeling of sadness and yearning keeps growing and growing as I listen to him sing. “The flame I keep inside burns through rainy nights Even though I tried to put it out so many times Good books on the table so I can get some advice I can’t rest my heavy head, ‘cause I’m still lost in your eyes I’d give up all the days I got left on this heart Because without you, I don’t know what they’re worth”

Some classmates who'd followed us out gasped, "Is that Byron Stein? Wasn't he always abroad? When did he come back?" "It's not sudden. I heard yesterday that the Stein family is moving their business back here. Must be true." "Is the kid in his arms his daughter? Who's the lucky woman to marry someone like that?" "Doesn't that kid look kind of familiar, like..." Shawn heard their whispers and looked up. The father and daughter called out at once, "Honey!" "Mommy!" One voice was deep, and the other milky. Everyone froze, staring at me as I smiled.

She held an old book in her hands, covered in red leather. She put the book between them and said, "Emily, this book contains your truth. The lineage of the lost Alpha Queen, your mother." Emily’s fingers trembled as she opened it. The pages were covered in ancient runes, pulsing faintly in her touch. As she read, visions bloomed behind her eyes, her mother leading rogue warriors, her father slain by Alpha Derrick, the betrayal that razed their kingdom. Tears dropped down her eyes. "They killed my people. Buried our name."

Dehleez pe mere dil ki Jo rakhe hain tune kadam Tere naam pe meri zindagi Likh di mere humdum Haan seekha maine jeena jeena kaise jeena Haan seekha maine jeena mere humdum Na seekha kabhi jeena jeena kaise jeena Na seekha jeena tere bina humdum Dehleez pe merey dil ki Jo rakhe hain tune kadam Tere naam pe meri zindagi Likh di mere humdum Haan sikha maine jeena jeena kaise jeena Haan sikha maine jeena, mere humdum Na sikha kabhi jeena jeena kaise jeena Na sikha jeena tere bina humdum Oh god! I am going to cry! I am going to cry! He placed the guitar aside and came in front of me.

A confident grin played on Josh's lips as he observed the amused murmurs coming from the crowd, as they thought he had lost. Josh was eager to witness their reaction once he shattered their assumptions. It was evident that they all presumed him to have lost the bet, and it was a predictable conclusion given their ignorance of his wealth. Their disdain for him made them blind to everything it seemed. Because it wasn't that hard for someone to realize that this wasn't the same Josh they knew.

Ysolde looked up from her chair by the window with the small bright surprised face of a young woman who had not yet been asked, in two days, for any small thing other than water. "Of course, my lady. What would you like me to read?" "The pack-songs again. The one — the one about the small grey wolf who finds the lost child in the snow." "Of course." Ysolde rose and crossed to the bedside table and picked up the small leather book of pack-songs from where she had set it the previous afternoon, and she sat back down in the chair by the window and opened the book to the small careful place she had marked with a thin grey ribbon, and she began to read.

“At least someone who looks like he belongs beside her.” One of his companions laughed. “Maybe he got lost on the way in.” Another added, “Looks like a hired servant.” The crowd laughed again. Sophia’s face tightened, conflicted. She didn’t speak. Ethan noticed everything. But still remained silent. Adrian stopped in front of him. “So tell me,” he said loudly, “what do you do exactly, Mr…?” “Cross,” Ethan replied calmly. A pause. Then Adrian smiled. “Cross? I don’t think I’ve heard of that brand.”