Violin Novel Novels & Stories

Dylan got into my car and I drove off to a coffee shop nearby. The coffee shop was very elegant and quiet.The inner color was soft and the warm color of the wall made people feel warm. There were potted plants on each table which looked good.Someone was playing a violin inside. At this moment,the strings of the violin were slowly drawn across the strings,making a beautiful sound. I knew it was swan lake. It was still morning so there was really no one in the cafe. It felt like we had made a block booking.We choose a table by the window.The two violinists surrendered themselves in playing the violin.

I grinned, “Sure mom.” “Dinner is in the oven,” she picked up her lesson books, “Sadly we won’t be done for dinner so please eat without us.” I shook my head, “Ok.” She blew a kiss and left, I slouched my shoulders and headed to my room. Even though she said she’d talk to him again… I knew she wasn’t going to, she never does. I closed my door and placed my violin in the closet along with my other three instruments, which included a flute, a cello, and a small piano. I changed into my black satin pajamas then snatched up my diary from my desk and plopped on my bed, opening my ice cream bar I began to write:

Late at night, when she couldn't sleep in the darkness, the soft sounds of a violin drifted into her suite. At first, she believed she was dreaming. But no — it was real. Haunting. Beautiful. Crushing. She moved stealthily toward the balcony, her heart pounding. Across the courtyard, on the terrace of the other penthouse, Valerio stood. A violin under his chin, bow drawing out the music with excruciating precision. Sera covered her mouth with her hand. She had no idea he could play. She hadn't known someone so mean could produce something so achingly tender.

Nova nodded, unsure what to say. Damian opened a carved wooden door at the end of the hall. Inside was a bedroom, unlike the rest of the house. Smaller. Simpler. The walls were painted in faded navy. Bookshelves sagged with worn paperbacks. A violin case rested atop the dresser, long abandoned. "This was mine." Nova stepped inside slowly. The air smelled of cedar and dust. She ran her fingers across the spines of old novels, The Count of Monte Cristo, The Art of War, Frankenstein. A boy raised on darkness and vengeance.

Deadbolt, awkward twist, ritual completed. Inside smelled like instrument case, soap, and the ghost of breakfast. I set the violin on the table and the bag of thrift-store spoils on the chair that had agreed to be an extra closet. The roof made a sound like a careful cough. I looked up. I didn’t apologize for looking up. The ceiling declined to tell me who was on it.

Now let's ponder on these things : *What's this novel all about? Sincerely Cassiopeia is about the diary of a girl named Cassiopeia. People call her "The Flower Bud of Veluven" because of her emanating beauty, kindness and [insert all of the good qualities that a female lead could possess only because she is the protagonist]. The whole novel was told in her point of view. Unfortunately, there is only one ending for Valeria: Death. I realized, that I am in a hellish world and I will die eventually. Yeah, death is inevitable but I don't want to die foolishly!

“Haley, I asked Isla see you to help you. She will not tell me anything. Everything said with her is confidential. I wouldn’t force Isla to break her oath to her clients. It just seemed like you could use someone to talk to outside of Nick and Ray.” She looks at me confused at first before it turns to embarrassment. “Oh, well…I’m sorry then for jumping to conclusions.” “I did feel bad that this morning did not go well so I figured you could use something to cheer you up. A little birdie told me you play.” I hold up the brand new violin and I can see the light shine in her eyes. She takes the violin case from me and runs her hands along the strings. She picks it up and begins to tune it like

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Lilith's POV I had just burst out of the music room when a deafening crash echoed behind me, followed by the sharp, sickening twang of snapping strings. I knew. Rylan had just shattered his violin. With his own hands. My whole body jolted violently. I stumbled, barely catching myself, but my mind was reeling, a chaotic mess of white noise. I should have fought back. I'm not what he thinks...I'm not some...harlot who fawns over any man!

A folded note rested beside the instrument. Elena picked it up carefully. The handwriting was sharp and unmistakable. Something to ease your boredom. —R Elena stared at the note in disbelief. Roberto bought her a violin? Her fingers brushed the instrument almost reverently. Emotion tightened unexpectedly in her throat. Because before all of this— before the necklace, before death, before Roberto— Music had been hers. Her safe place. She had not touched a violin since her family died. For the first time in weeks something inside Elena softened slightly.