You Belong With Me On The Piano Mga Nobela at Kwento

What for the love of Mary and all that is holy was that? “Here,” Carter says, passing me the sheet music. His hand grazes mine and seems to linger for a second. Get a grip, Ryan! “So, you play the piano?” “Uh, yeah,” I say, immediately falling back into my defensive, sarcastic tone. “You’ve seen the Jazz Band play. I play the piano there.” “Right,” Carter says, a weird expression on his face. “Cool.” He turns to the sheet music in front of him.

After a few hours and a few drinks, I’m tipsy, and very relaxed, considering my ordeal in town earlier. I wander over to the piano and sit on the stool. I can’t stay away any longer; the piano has won me over. I run my fingers along the keys and watch the dust rise. ‘You got this!’ Boomslang yells. I blow him a kiss, he blushes, and the others elbow him, playfully. I know exactly which song I want to play for them. I start playing, and surprising myself, sing along for them. I sing and play Sweet Child O’ Mine.

… Roberts pov… I sat at the piano, my fingers dancing across the keys, creating a beautiful melody that filled the room. The sound resonated deep within me, bringing me joy and a sense of fulfillment. Playing the piano was my escape, my refuge from the chaos of the world. I lost myself in the music, letting it consume me entirely.

And I know, with all that I’ve seen and all that I carry, that storms may rage again, darkness may rise once more. But we will not run. We will not hide. Because we belong here. Together. Bound.

The only sound that can be heard is the peaceful piano melody classical music playing faintly like lightning falling in the background that calms everyone. "Margaret." His voice was bass-like. I listened to his voice and I discerned that it is Leo's voice. My heart jogged fast desiring that it is not really him. But who would know my name? I'm not famous. In curiousness, I veered unhurriedly and I looked at Leo. My eyes enlarged in stupefaction that it is actually him. But what's he doing at my table? I noticed Stacy besides him and peering at her hand clutching his arm, it was plausible that she is his girlfriend.

I rested my phone on the top of the piano and got ready to glide my fingers over the keys. And as I sat there playing Memories by Maroon 5, I let my heart soar in all the love and adoration I had for these wolves that I've come to love. So here's to the ones that I've got.

‘Heavy Figure? My eyes opened wide not minding the sunlight as reality hit me. I was supposed to be at Tobi’s family get together and this doesn’t seem like a get together to me. I breath out in relief after I saw I was fully clothed. Sleeping with another man would ruin my chances of getting back with Zach, call me pathetic but I really do want to come back with my ex. “Pumpkin” A rough low yet sexy voice called out, his hands which were formally around my shoulder pulled me closer to his chest while mumbling some things I couldn’t hear.

The shame and the anger and the desperate need to prove I was more than just someone's victim. "Okay," I said finally. "Okay. I'll do it." Liam's face split into a grin, bright and genuine. "Really?" "Really." I felt a strange sense of calm settle over me. "But we're doing this my way. I'm not just some accessory to make you look good. I'm a partner in this. We set the rules together." "Fine." He extended his hand. "Partners?" I shook it. His palm was warm and rough against mine. "Partners."

"You are mine Mary and you belong to me alone." Thanks for reading, don't forget to vote. ❤️