Novel & Cerita Traitor Piano Chords

“Will you sit with me?” “Sure.” He enthusiastically grabbed my hand. “What are you gonna play? Are you good?” “I don’t know. It’s been a while.” I let Isaac sit before I did. “Any request?” Isaac started with one finger on the simplify key chords. His teacher taught him classics. Clair De Lune. Playing the piano always took out my raw emotions. Mariana always praised me, even if it wasn’t perfect. Drawing a deep breath, I placed my fingers softly on the keys.

The yellowed keys wait for me, mute. Léo stands up in turn. He doesn't try to dress. He stands near the piano, his body become a fresco of our recent history, watching my hands land on the keyboard. I play. The first chord is a dissonance. It resonates in the studio, hard, out of tune, true. It is the sound of his gaze when he understood my betrayal. I play the cello motif, the obsession, the torment. My fingers strike the keys, hammer, search. I close my eyes and see his knuckles whitening on the stool.

Until the cleansing was done, no one could get any closer. I looked at Marcus. The man who had bought me my first training uniform was also the same man who had almost killed me with his own hands a moment ago. His eyes were full of regret and fear, but I could not feel sad anymore. I could feel my heart slowing down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cyrus edging backward. He wanted to slip into the forest before Victor called for the inevitable retreat. "Lucian..." I forced the words out of my mouth even when I was gasping. "Go… Go and kill Cyrus… He… He's a traitor!"

"I came here to talk about our marriage, Bette, but it seems there's no longer any reason to discuss it." I stepped in front of Ashe and shot back, "Oh my God, you finally get it! Good! Now let's mutually agree never to show up in each other's lives again!" Emil gritted his teeth. "You'll regret this, Bette." I crossed my arms and sneered. He had no idea what true regret felt like. True regret was giving him all my heart and soul, only to be repaid with betrayal, disfigurement, and death. "You'll see." He shot me a murderous glare before walking away.

Marco turned to me, his expression impassive. "Miss. Your orders for the traitor?"

“Play it in A minor, Killian.” “What?” Killian asked, surprised. “It’s in C major.” “Shift it to A minor instead. And riff something in D minor pentatonic in the bridge.” Killian did it, and suddenly the song’s rays of sunshine were swallowed by dark clouds. It was like listening to ‘Take It Easy’ by the Eagles morph into ‘Hotel California.’

"These were the rogue commander's exact words: 'We had already arranged a meeting spot with our insider. The traitor promised to lure someone important from the pack to us, to use as a bargaining chip.'" "'So that night, we were waiting at the edge of the marsh. We watched as the traitor led an unsuspecting Miss Wren, step by step, into our ambush.'" "He also said, 'The she-wolf was trembling with fear, but she flat-out refused to cooperate. We held a knife to her throat, promised her riches and glory, even offered to make her the Alpha's mate, and all she did was tell us to get lost.'" Ronan shut his eyes in agony, burying his face in his hands.

The instruments are strategically placed on the walls, and the scenery is just so pleasing to the eyes. “What!” Wanda exclaims. “This is so beautiful, I love what I see”. She races towards the grand piano then positions herself so delicately and expertly, that one would think she is about to play the best sound ever. Well, it’s the opposite, and while Nicki Minaj in Grand Piano kept saying, “Play on, Play on, Play on”, Milos is almost deafened by the arrows piercing his ears as Wanda drags her fingers against every key, laughing hysterically.

I know he’s the right person to fill that void for Freya, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust someone again. I trusted Anton when we were younger, but every time I called him, he was at a club or party where tons of women were in the background, causing me to worry, so I broke up with him. He swears he was faithful to me the entire time, and I want to believe him, but there’s a voice in the back of my mind that doubts him. I married Lincoln, believing that he truly loved me and would be faithful, only to find out how foolish I was.