Violin Novel Novels & Stories

Her gaze landed at once on the living room sofa—where a violin lay in quiet splendor. The crystal chandelier above cast down dazzling light, making the instrument's polished body shimmer with radiant brilliance. Her heart stopped. Shaluna. It was Shaluna!

"Then perhaps..." "...this isn't just an instrument." Vivienne looked up. "You think it's another code." Noah nodded. "We've already seen Jonathan hide maps in music." "Why wouldn't Isabella?" Lucien carefully unfolded the handwritten note found inside the violin. It contained only one sentence. Play what your heart already knows. Alexander sighed dramatically. "I miss normal treasure maps." For the first time in hours... Everyone laughed. Even Lucien. The laughter was brief. But genuine. Aurora looked at the violin.

He was the violinist, and his graceful music amazed all the people in the room. Catelyn's gaze never moved from the moment the violinist entered. "He's playing so well! If he goes to a competition, he will surely win it..." Catelyn was intoxicated as she gave such high praise to the violinist. Cedrick's face suddenly turned cold, and he glanced at the violinist. The violinist noticed it, trembled a little, and almost played out of tune. Then he slowly left the private room and played at the door instead. Cedrick moved to the front of Catelyn, blocking her and the violinist's sight just right.

The woman brought the violin because she knew that the violin was not like the piano; if you don't know how to play it, you can't play it. When the instrument arrived in front of Nina, in her eyes, the strings sparkled as if there was some kind of magic. She stared at the strings as thin as hair, suddenly feeling a sudden excitement. That excitement made her reach out to catch the violin. Leonard looked at Nina, his hands slowly clenching.

she asked as she took that long red hair to curl around her finger "what do you want me to do? A war against the archduke's family?" "No dear...worse" a mischievous smile invaded her lips, one that would be unusual on the face of a child of that age "villains are not just people who cause blood...they are people who also cause agony, social isolations, an emotional hell. ..." the tone became velvety at that moment, one that completely fit with that image, the image of someone telling his Machiavellian plan "all you need to do, my dear violet... is see a way to bring the sea of fire to him."