The Music Freaks Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Like eating food that you knew would bother your stomach, but you just really want to know how it tastes. The music was soft and dark, seductive in its mellow but unsettled melody. The lyrics rang out like deep-toned incantations—which, in a sense, they were. All songs, even mortal ones, had their brand of magic. But fae music was something else entirely. Sy's music brought to mind foggy moors and forgotten caverns, filthy rock club basements and desolate rural ruins. It was dark and full of memory, laden with a yearning that might be called hunger rather than affection. There was a kind of shadowy, unspeakable yearning in the music, and I felt it slither coldly in the pit of my stomach. It

That sounds homophobic, but fuck, I thought he's straight. I grabbed my phone and played a random song in a blatant attempt to appease the growing anxiety I'm going through. The music starts until I realized it was a song by Mary MacGregor. What the actual fuck! I shut my phone off then threw it on my bed. Can the sky crash on me right now?

The writing was faintly visible on the paper, but not a single word had shown up. It turned out, I had accidentally given him a pen meant for pranking my best friend the kind where the ink disappears after an hour. That was the first and only time the top student Kai ever received an F. The unprecedented humiliation etched my name deeply into Kai's memory. In the second semester of my junior year, the school organized a music festival. I seized the opportunity and stood on the stage to perform my self-composed rap. Seventeen-year-old Chloe was wild, and the lyrics were filled with recklessness and rebellion towards life.

I said with a smile. He nodded. “You weren’t the only one who wanted to get away from the Winterfall Pack, and I applied and got accepted, so here I am. I’m majoring in music.” “That’s great.” “I want you to be my muse again.” I shook my head. “I don’t think that can happen.” “What if it can?” He moved closer. “You don’t have to do anything else, and I’ll be here. My life has never felt complete without you in it.”

I munched on my BLT dreamily, enjoying the delicious mayo I'd slathered on. Morocco narrowed his hazel eyes. “You don't appreciate real music, Evanna. Necrosis is like ecstasy electrified.” He ate his kabobs sagely. “No, it's the sound dumpster trucks make when they're mating. Es horrible!” I tuned out of the conversation, watching as Angus and the Meatheads, cheer squad in tow, entered the courtyard. Baxter was at the fore. He smiled cockily, winking at me. I grinned. Namretha looked up from her homework and raised her eyebrows in question.

"You've done all that. How about you lock in? Spend the next two weeks immersing your senses into others' musical expression. I'll get you the casettes of top ranking songs on Entureo so you can play them on your stereo. It's only a month away to the big event. You can do it. " Each of his words were like an ointment to my wound. "You don't care if I go through hell, do you? "I smirk. "Your reputation is on the line here... "He drag. "But so is my mental state." I retorts. " You said music was your buddy" he says softly against my fierce feelings. "It use to be.. not before you start getting greedy, Fred, for more fame, it's just one fame thing." I chuckle.

"Oh what I went through because you were heartbroken." Axel chuckled. "Alright, that's enough," he said, feeling grateful for Maverick in his life. If Maverick hadn't stood by him, he would have probably gone crazy and might be in the mental asylum by now. "You were also victim. He would pay for what he made us go through." Maverick smiled and nodded. ~•~•~• NIGHT... A CLUB DOWNTOWN Music blared from the huge speakers in the club, half naked ladies and horny guys dancing sensually to the music. The place was filled with the stench of sweat, alcohol and sex.

Heaven lets out a huge breath as she tries to fight back tears. Freck, noticing this, pats her back softly. “Well, I… um… I was gang raped… several times.” She pauses again. This time, Freck tightens his jaw as anger courses with full force through him. The idea of another man dominating his mate almost rips out his wolf, let alone a group of men.

"We always get the munchies And we go for early brunches That turn into late lunches And we ain't got a label We're just rolling with the punches I make fun of your belly And tell you to do some crunches And you say "yeah, well your ass jiggles Go and do some lunges" I say "fuck you" While I'm thinking of you as my husband, hmm" This band is being favored with her situation. Just like in her stories when her character having a sweet confession with another character, they have a music background. And thanks to this school fest she's feelin' it right now. "LET US FALL INLOVE AND NOT TELL EACH OTHER ABOUT HOW WE FEELIN'!"

. . . Mum turned up the volume on the car stereo, connecting her phone to the Bluetooth. “Let's put on some music,” she said cheerfully. “The drive is long. This playlist should keep us entertained.” The music boomed through the speakers — loud, upbeat pop songs that filled the entire car. Perfect. Jake grinned against my ear. “They can’t see us now,” he whispered. “And with the music this loud… they won’t hear us either.” He gripped my hips and started thrusting up into me, fucking me hard and deep while the music blasted.