Violin Novel Novels & Stories

I came from a family of musical prodigies. Everyone had talent—except me. I was born tone-deaf, with a harsh, unpleasant voice. My parents were Grammy winners, but I couldn't even pass an audition for a school show. Everyone said listening to me was torture. Desperate to carry on the Bennett family's musical legacy, my parents adopted Layla Bennett. The moment she entered our home, she took my place. My parents called her a musical genius and brought her to exclusive dinners, industry parties, and prestigious galas. My older brother, Ron Bennett, who had once spoiled me rotten, now said Layla was a hundred times better. Within a few years, Layla became one of the hottest rising stars in the

"Where are you? Who are you?" "One question at a time," she drawled, and I heard her slurp on something, probably a drink. "For your first question, oh, I know because the first girl he took from the back said so. I haven't confirmed it for myself, and for the sake of the sisterhood, I won't." I felt my brain immediately shut down, and the violin I had cherished all my life left my hand, the sharp strings cutting the tips of my fingers as the violin fell to the floor and shattered into broken pieces, scattering around the room.

she grinned. “You bet your ass it is,” he snapped. She got up, brought out an unfamiliar violin case, and sat down next to him. Astute as ever, he noticed the engraving on the violin. “Absolutely not! Are you out of your mind?!” he said, taking the violin out of her hand and laying it down. “I'm not letting you play a violin given to you by another man, especially not by my side!” She gave him a sheepish smile. “Ellie was damaged when the base was taken.”

This one is tall, handsome, dark-haired, blue-eyed and slimy as a slug. “Good afternoon to you too, David,” I say neutrally as I turn towards him, tucking Malachi safely under my arm. I truthfully have no fear for my violin here. Whatever their flaws, everyone in the room is a true musician and not one of them would deliberately harm an instrument. Not like the bullies who smashed my first violin, back at the orphanage, before Katie and Tony came in to my life. The memory of my poor, broken instrument still haunts me though, and it's because of that I hold Malachi close now, not because of David.

brought the souls of both girls temporarily out of the hustle and bustle of the city to fly back to the immense forest, filled with trees, flowers, and leaves in the sparkling sun. Ngoc Vy felt extremely relaxed and peaceful. It will not be an exaggeration to say that the violin is the fastest emotional communication instrument, more than the piano. Through solo, the artist can send all his thoughts and feelings to the listener. Outside the room, Ngoc Vy dreamily looked at the man who was drunk with the noble violin that she always thought could only belong to the elite. He looked very different from the calm and mature look that he usually showed in front of her. When he played the piano an

Her fingers thread into mine. “You’re not too much,” I say quietly. “And this? Just dinner.” She scoffs lightly. “Dinner with cameras. And strangers. And possibly someone who’s read my book and knows I wrote about tying a man to a chair and torturing him emotionally with metaphorical poetry.” I grin. “It was excellent metaphorical poetry, by the way. One of the things that made your book stand out.” “Logan.” “Viola.” I glance at her. “You okay?”

“Why do I feel this way? I didn’t know her, after all. Why do I feel like I missed her?” He found the music room, and when he got inside, he wondered what had made him go there. He was about to go out when he caught the piano at the center. He pulled the cover at the top and was surprised to see some paper with notes on the sheet stand. He could not remember whose handwriting it was. But as he touched the texts, something odd happened. The music notebook fell, and the songs were written like flowers that invited him to read. “You’re my violets!" The prince loudly uttered that the sudden flashes of Marie’s face were on his mind. “Who was she? Are these hers?”

Arielle let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, so we're inside your novel?" Ivana bit her lips as she tried to stifle her laugh. "Hmm," Arielle nodded. "Okay, stop it, I can't anymore, this is too much," She laughed clutching her stomach. "Aww, you don't need to come up with such jokes to cheer me up," She patted her back, "But thanks anyway, I don't remember when was the last time I laughed like this, I feel better, thank you, my dear Elle," She hugged her, "Forget it then, let's talk when you're sober enough, let's tuck you into bed," Arielle sighed as she patted Ivana's back, Ivana lied on the bed as Arielle covered her with the blanket, Arielle heard Ivana laugh again, "Inside a novel? Lol!" She

Giving it a squeeze to tell me to show him. "We'll go on then." The Alpha's tone was cold and harsh. I closed my eyes and let Issie do the work. Tingles surrounded my face like always. Then they went away and I opened my eyes. Both the Alpha and Luna were staring at me like I had 6 heads. "My oh my!" The Luna stood up and practically ran over to the Alpha's bookshelf. "I have read about this before but I never believed it! My! The Violet Moon is true!" The what now? I was beyond confused and so was Grayson.

“Violin.” As the music washed over them, Enzo took full advantage of the cut of Lilith's dress, slipping a single finger down the length of her spine before dipping below the fabric to cup her ass. She shuddered deliciously, pressing closer to him as if that would get him to stop.