Novel & Cerita 클래식

I didn't kiss a guy for 5 years I'm pretty nervous. And then he touches my lips and it's going automatically. I get lost and almost forget where we are when suddenly the bathroom door opens and I remember Defne in it. I immediately let go of his lips and get into Deniz room before she gets out. "Vay, vay, vay, eniste!" Defne playfully adds in Turkish saying wow three times and uncle to Hudson. Eniste is used in Turkish as the husband of the sister or an aunt. I guess she heard us. They both laugh and I hear their steps going downstairs.

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There was nothing that could beat the taste of her roasted chicken. The music of Clair de Lune in slow tempo kept on playing in the background. The music echoed around the house. My small steps, silent as I ran towards the kitchen. The scent of roasted chicken got stronger – the hallway was empty of servants that I usually see roaming around every day, but it was almost perfect.

There is an old chandelier hanging from the ceiling with candles. I wonder how they light those? I spot Samuel helping his mum set the table, in here, he looks cute, almost normal. We settle down to a wonderful meal of chicken breast and some dried bread and wine. I have only seen this in old books Mamie use to have and yes it tastes just as amazing as it looks. After the meal, we help Mrs Spencer clear the tables and come back to the sitting room for small chitchats before leaving. "I really had a great time with you girls, you should come more often." Mrs Spencer tells us as we seek permission to leave.

Then I stopped. Kain turned to look at me, his smile brighter than the din around us, his dark as night hair blowing in the slight breeze “Majorca is a gem isn’t it?” My stomach immediately dropped and I felt my knees buckle underneath me, my expression probably locked in a horrified look as I started at the ghost I thought I left behind. “i mean look at this view” he continued, motioning to the water beyond him “Amazing”

The bartender acknowledged their order and set to work, crafting the refreshing beverages. Curiosity piqued, Yuka decided to get into Ryu's nocturnal lifestyle. "Are you always up this late?" she asked, taking a sip of her coffee, her eyes filled with genuine intrigue. Ryu momentarily glanced at his phone before tucking it away, ensuring his focus remained on Yuka. "Most of the time, yes. Why do you ask?" he responded, genuinely interested in her perspective. "Well, I've never really met a musician before," Yuka admitted, momentarily forgetting that her cousin, Nato, was also a musician. She continued, "It surprises me how distinct your lifestyle is compared to that of salaried workers." Ryu

“Yes, of course. This is, after all, his home.” I walked to a long glass case slightly out from one of the walls of bookcases and peered inside. It reminded me of something from a museum. Within the glass enclosure was an eclectic collection. Antique weapons, Fabergé eggs, figurines, stamps, and coins. “Mr. Luciano is a collector of rare and beautiful things,” Contessa said before leaving the library. Her comment reminded me of something Ariana said. “My son is a collector of sorts. You should know that we’re happy he’s finally decided to collect a woman of worth.”

She asked. "Well, I was fully aware of the nature of the museum but I don't think I realized what exactly I was going to be surrounded by. An interactive exhibit, reminiscent of a sex club, definitely wasn't what I had in mind when thinking of the different sections that made up this place," I explained as my eyes focused on one of the marble sculptures near the French doors. Antonio Canova's Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss—a sculpture that represented love and desire conquering all.

says Ines and sits beside him on the chair in front of the piano. "play a soft tune. Something peaceful" says Ines and Raphael raises his eyebrows and says "Your wish is my command your highness" She smiles and he plays Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata," The music was everything at that moment and she felt at ease. She places her head on his shoulder and closes her eyes, feeling the music. Watching them from a distance was Jaques and Maurizio. Maurizio holds Jaques hand in his and squeezes it a little. Jaques looks at Maurizio with a smile.

“Hmm.” “Ok.” It was awkward, but I had already ignored the entire past at that moment. Ignoring awkwardness wouldn’t be a big deal. “I like classicals. They are more soulful. Songs these days are hooks for the brain. They stay in mind for what? Ten days at most. After that, some other song takes its place. Classical stays and passes all tests of time.” “Right.” “Yeah. So there’s this pianist…” “Carys, you can stop now. I am ok.”