The Violin Conspiracy Novels & Stories

He had a smile on his face, and he bowed slightly. “I'm Vince, the new CSO,I'm glad to be of help.” He said, and I smiled. “Good, so tell me, what's the news? What do I need to know?” I asked and he walked over to the projector. “Do they have a video of it, I mean whoever the traitor is would have been very careful not to leave any traces behind, don't you think so?” Sloane asked and I touched my jaw before looking at the screen.

His amber eyes carried a weight that no eighteen-year-old should bear. And then there were the investigators. Viola and Sebastian Sterling, the twins who'd exposed the conspiracy's true depth. Their matching sharp features and calculating expressions reminded me that this wasn't over. Not yet. "We've identified forty-three members of the conspiracy." Viola's voice cut through the silence like a blade. "Pack leaders, Council members, school administrators. All using their positions to sacrifice young wolves for power." "Forty-three confirmed." Sebastian pulled up holographic displays showing faces and names. "But our intelligence suggests the network goes deeper. Lower-level operatives. Sympa

“By the way, I heard Connor prepared a surprise for you. What do you think it is?” Yasmin felt pleased hearing their flattery. As for what surprise Connor had prepared, she was also curious. Could it be a proposal? That would be perfect! She would certainly be the center of attention! Just then, a few people entered the restaurant, each carrying a violin. Yasmin’s friends gasped. “Wow, is Connor’s surprise a violin performance? That’s so romantic!” “Yes, yes! Having a violin accompaniment while eating, that’s a scene straight out of a Korean drama! Connor really knows how to do things!”

When the company began choosing a vendor for staff lunches, I immediately ruled out my family's restaurant. A coworker stared at me. "Nora, that is a $150,000 contract. Your family runs a restaurant, and you're turning down money being handed to you? Are you out of your mind?" I smiled and didn't answer. In my last life, I took that contract. Then the new intern, Fiona Bell, accused me of secretly pocketing a commission. She even produced a quote from a three-star hotel for comparison. "Look, theirs is three dollars a portion. How do you justify charging eight?" Even my boyfriend of six years, Gavin Shaw, whom I had been seeing in secret, joined her in confronting me with the invoices. In th

“Mr. Volkov, I have information that directly involves your family. You might want to hear me out.” Stefan’s jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin. “You have ten seconds to explain before I have you escorted out.” The man glanced nervously between Stefan and Shania before pulling out a file from his bag. “There’s been a breach at one of your facilities. Sensitive documents have been leaked—documents that could put your wife and son in danger.” Shania’s blood ran cold at his words, and she instinctively reached for Stefan’s hand. His grip was reassuring, but his eyes blazed with fury.

The violin is named for its most famous owner, the leading 19th-century Belgian virtuoso and composer Henri Vieuxtemps, who loved it so much he wanted to be buried with it. I’ve always loved things with history. Even when Nikolai and I are traveling, I would frequent old shops rather than buy brand new ones. I'm so honored to be playing this instrument, to hold history in my hands. At first I was hesitant because $16 million for a violin is too much to pay. I knew Nikolai only wanted me to have the best the world has to offer but he finally convinced me saying that not these days, especially when they can be reauctioned for twice the price.

Emily sounded as if she was planning a conspiracy. " So what do we know about him?" Tash inquired. " Nothing." Anya snorted. " Actually I might know a few things or even better, his weakness. " Viola confessed. " You do?" Anya looked surprised. " Yes. There's someone from the inside who was willing to trade information and I plunged at the offer." Viola grinned. " In exchange for what?" Jess huffed. "A pair of sunglasses." Viola rolled her eyes. " That person is seriously mental. She got the chance to be bribed by 'the Viola Robertson' and she went for a pair of sunglasses? I would have gone for something like the Ferrari." Lizzy scoffed.

When I reached my equipment locker to grab my violin for the morning's rhythmic focus, I stopped dead. The locker had been pried open. My violin—the one my mother had given me before the massacre—lay in pieces. The strings were snapped like vocal cords, and the entire interior was drenched in thick, crimson paint that looked far too much like fresh blood. "Which one of you did this?" I spun around, my voice a low growl that vibrated in the small room. I scanned the faces of the other pack musicians, my eyes glowing a faint, dangerous amber. "I did," Bianca Whitmore stepped forward, her hands casually tucked into her designer leather jacket. She was my cousin, a girl who had always hated that

"Yes, I have." Who hasn't googled Vincent at least once? I've looked at his news articles and interviews in magazines. I've scrolled the pictures of him at fancy parties with beautiful women. The most recent was a redhead from sometime last year. I've even skimmed the gossip columns and less news-worthy websites. It's speculation. The biggest two conspiracy theories are a mismatched pair of one magazine saying he's a gay man who uses his trove of beautiful women to lead people off the trail. The other theory is he has a secret wife and child hidden away. Both are ludicrous. Vincent is nothing more or less than what he says—a businessman wholeheartedly addicted to working.

"I won't let you slip away again." I nodded, smiling as tears fell, this time touched with quiet happiness. Eventually, the story of how Chester and I met at the concert reached Mom and Dad. They responded with harsh condemnation and went so far as to make it public online. Both of us endured relentless criticism, and Atkins Group suffered significant losses as a result. The vast distance between us ultimately forced our separation. I found myself unable to face Mom and Dad or return to college. After packing my belongings, I left for another city and took a job sooner than I planned.