You Belong With Me On The Piano นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You don't deserve to be with a mess, you deserve someone who is all in.” “This isn't about what I deserve, it is about what I want.” Gavin stood up and followed her into the kitchen. “I want you, Elena. Every part of you, even the parts you think are not perfect. You're perfect for me. I want you.” Elena looked up at him but she couldn't do it. “I can't say yes to that, Gavin.”

Ted smirked as he made his way farther into the room. "Just get away from me!" I hollered as I backed away from him. "I don't think so." Ted hissed, walking closer to me a bit faster now. "You belong to me." "I belong to no one!" "Yes you do..." Ted's voice tensed. "...to me!" He growled as he grabbed my arm. "Get off me!" I screamed, trying to push him away with my free hand.

, well why me? Vickii- Ok ok wait … I’ll answer your all questions one by one !!!, well you also belong to my community ..and.. Rickz- And ? answer me , well one more question – why you want to help me ? till now except my parents no one was on my side ?? huh .. I doubt you …

I hid behind the piano and I heard them walk out of the music room . I stayed behind the piano for twenty whole minutes after they'd gone before I crawled up. "Got one bottle of wine in my yard", I whispered the lyrics as I played on the piano. Then I braced myself and played it a bit louder. "Shey shey shey, you go come to my place. I need you in my space. I want you in my space oh." I played it so well then I hit the wrong note just before the next line. I groaned and tried it again but the same thing. I got mp3 out and played it putting my airpods in.

Josie's footsteps froze the moment she stepped off the stage. Almost instinctively, she looked up at me. Shock, confusion, and uncertainty flashed across her face all at once. I remained expressionless. Under everyone's applause, I stood up and walked toward Josie step by step. Just as I was about to pass her, she grabbed my sleeve. Her face was filled with disbelief. It was as if she thought she had heard the wrong name. She turned around and ran toward the dean.

I used to do that back then but I always end up getting late and Frosty will do the works. When I finally reached the music room, I look around to see no one. Few lights are open so I assume that I was the only one here. I sit in front of the piano. Among the instruments, Piano is my favorite. I always pour my sadness in music and my cousin's piano is what I used to play songs. I bit my lip when I remembered the song that Kingstone sing... I softly tap the tiles until the lyrics sink in my mind... "She's imperfect but she tries

“Oh, father’s boy! No one in their right mind would want you back, Thayer.” I flashed my left fingers in his face, intentionally showing him the ring on my finger. Though it was a cheap engagement ring I just bought when I stopped by the store, I hoped it would do the trick. “Not even I would want you back as a partner, because henceforth, I am. Your. Stepmother.” I could literally taste the shock that filled the room next. Thayer held his mouth open as he watched my face, disbelief etched on his features. Even his friends watched in shock.

There was something familiar about her, he thought. Clara moved to the empty seat that Alan believed was reserved for her, but then an angry frown appeared on his face when she sat down, and a man wrapped his hand around her, pulling her to him; she laid her head on his shoulder. Consumed by possessiveness, Alan didn't know when he took a step forward angrily to teach the bastard a lesson for touching something that belonged to him when the sound of the piano pulled him out of thoughts.

She nodded slowly. “That’s my girl. Who do you belong to, Natalie? Say it. Say my name, baby.” I growled pecking her lips. I was f*cking hard. “You Ivan, I belong to you and only you. Now shut up and have your way with me, baby. I want you. Always have and always will.” She captured my lips in a hot, devouring, passionate way, making me feel her want and desire. I slid my shaft right into her and hard. That is how I want to end every night, with her underneath me or on top of me, riding me. Natalie Adams belonged to me and I belonged to her.

I still did not know who was playing or the music they were but I listened to the chords flowing effortlessly, careful not to make a sound so as not to break this moment. Without meaning to, I started to walk fully into the music studio, to the corner where the grand piano was. It was a boy that was playing and he couldn't see me because his back was to me. He was playing with both hands and they were moving gracefully on the chords. The music had a familiar ring to it but I still couldn't tell.... Boulevard of broken dreams.