When I see the sheet music, it feels like I’m embarking on a new adventure. The different compositions invite me to explore their depth and complexity. Just the other day, I came across the score for 'Moonlight Sonata' by Beethoven, and it took me back to when I first played it. I think about the emotional journey it represents. The soaring highs and the delicate lows reflect my life in some ways. Each note is a moment, each rest signifies contemplation. I spend hours deciphering the nuances, trying to capture their essence. Music becomes not just something I perform but something I experience in every facet. There's a thrill in interpretations; I get to decide how it sounds in my fingers. It’s all about feeling, infusing my own spirit into the piece. Whether it’s jazz or classical, each genre holds its own charm. And the best part? Sharing these moments with friends. When we play together, making it joyful and communal rather than just solitary practice. Music really connects us, transcending words and bringing life to what we express in ways nothing else can.
Seeing the sheet music instantly gives me a thrill. It's like opening up a hidden door to express emotions without words. I remember when I first picked up 'Clair de Lune', it filled the room with such beauty. The notes come alive, they dance on the piano keys. Playing that piece allows me to pour my heart out, telling stories of love and longing. It's not just music; it's my sanctuary. Each sheet unlocks a different feeling, making it all worthwhile, you know?
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“I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna.”
One single sentence.
One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life.
And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once.
As I’m still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come.
Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky.
My Mates.
But wait…
If I am mated to triplets, how come I’m about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men?
*** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
Book 1 : When They Touch Me - Completed
Book 2 : Their Burning Touch on my Skin (Sequel) - Ongoing
I can’t tell if we’re at war… or dancing around something far more dangerous.
Getting traded to the Montreal Bears should’ve been a dream come true, the team I grew up idolizing, the jersey I always wanted to wear. Except there’s one problem. Luca Moretti.
The NHL’s notorious bad boy. My new right wing. And the one man who’s made it his mission to outshine me at every turn.
Too bad for him I’m faster, sharper, and my numbers don’t lie. Not that I’m competing. I’d never sink to his level.
He’s reckless, infuriating, and impossible to ignore a storm of chaos that throws me completely off balance. When we’re not clashing on the ice, he pushes my buttons with teasing nicknames like Princess, Pretty Boy, and Babygirl.
I hate it. I swear I do.
So why does my body react like I don’t? Contain Explicit Content
“Fuck it!” He thought, arching closer to the guy, throwing his arms around his neck, “I'm getting engaged tomorrow and will be closeted for the rest of my life, living under pretense. Why don't I just experience sex with a hot dude for one night? Just one night… just one night…”
***
Lincoln Smith had no regret that night he made the impulsive decision to have sex with the hot, mesmerizing man across the bar.
He was sure it was the best night of his life… one he would never get to experience again.
But then on the day of his engagement party, he was to receive a shocking blow.
The man he had shared an intimate, passionate night with, the man he was sure he had a connection with, was his fiance’s big brother!
Right there and then, he knew he was universally and colossally fucked!
WARNING: This Book Contains Some Explicit Scenes Between Characters That May Not Be Suitable To Some Readers. Viewers Discretion Is Advised.
I have a secret.
If I touch anyone, I will be able to see the face of the person they love the most.
Ever since Dominic Hatterson has moved to the house next door when he was seven years old, I'm the one he loves the most.
When he holds hands with me as an 18-year-old, I remain the person he loves the most.
When he proposes to me at the age of 22, I'm still the person he loves the most.
On the morning of our third year anniversary, I tidy his collar for him. The moment my fingertips touch his Adam's apple, I close my eyes out of reflex.
Yet, that's when I see two faces.
One belongs to me. The other belongs to a woman I've never seen before.
That night, Dominic's phone lights up.
"Thank you for spending the day with me, Dom."
It's been 21 years since Dominic and I met. I've touched him over 100 thousand times already.
And yet, this is my first time finding a mistake.
I have a secret.
When I touch someone, I see the face of the person they love most.
Since Natalie moved in next door when we were seven, I always saw myself in her heart.
At eighteen, when she held my hand—it was me.
At twenty-two, when she proposed—it was me.
On our wedding night, when she kissed me—it was still me.
On the morning of our third anniversary, I fixed the hem of her dress.
My fingers grazed her ankle.
Out of habit, I closed my eyes.
This time, I saw two faces.
Mine.
And some guy I'd never seen before.
That night, Natalie's phone lit up.
[Thanks for spending today with me, Natalie.]
Twenty-one years.
A hundred thousand touches.
And for the first time, I was wrong.
The first time I saw Daniel, I did not think he would become the man who would change everything.
It was a quiet evening, the kind where the sky looked tired and the wind carried the scent of rain. I had gone to the café only to escape my thoughts. Love and I had never been on good terms, and I had long decided that my heart was safer when it belonged only to me.
Then he walked in.
He wasn’t loud or dramatic. In fact, if you weren’t paying attention, you might have missed him completely. But there was something about the way he moved—calm, steady, like a man who understood the rhythm of life.
When his eyes met mine, he smiled.
Not the kind of smile men give when they want something from you. No. This one was different. It was warm, patient… almost like he already knew my story.
I looked away quickly, pretending to read my phone, but my heart betrayed me. It beat faster, louder, as if it was whispering a secret I was not ready to hear.
That night, I didn’t know his name.
I didn’t know his voice.
But somehow, in the quiet space between strangers, something had already begun.
And before long, Daniel would teach me something I had spent years running from:
What it truly means to love… and to be loved to the full.
Its relatablity is what makes 'Tress' such ear-worm music. In this song, the character Dawn does a musical soliloquy on her hesitancy to date because she's scared and lonely--but she won't get to far away if someone doesn't like or want her.
At least afraid to step out from her own four walls, this girl who in other situations can laugh self-deprecatingly about her position as an actress and girlfriend For me, it's a perfect illustration of a human's fear of vulnerability.