Classicalmusic Stories

Brett and Eddy are best friends and the two souls behind Twoset Violin! But little by little, things start to change... There goes another fanfic of mine because these two are just too damn inspiring. We'll see where it takes us, I guess^^. Since I really struggled with three uploads a week recently, I'm gonna change my upload schedule to twice a week because life's just so incredibly busy :'). I'll try to upload on Tuesdays and Fridays around noon CET and if I suddenly happen to have more time, I'll let you know. Thanks for reading and every star and comment! Also, not an English native speaker here, so there might be errors here and there and I'm always glad for your feedback. And with all that said, happy reading!

A boy , a boy with an exceptional beauty , charisma and personality that leaves everyone falling for him . Unbeknownst to him , his beauty is the one that traps him in a filthy world where everyone is lusting over him . He was selled away to a woman , making him a Tawaif . His beautiful pale ankles are adored with Ghughroo which is more like a chain to him . This is his story of revenge , hatred and love . Does he ever finds solace and peace in his life ?

𝑆ℎ𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠... 27-year-old ex-violinist Yunagi Reiya lives a quiet and simple life as a foreign service officer and part-time barista, aimless in her contentment until the day her one and only best friend, Tachibana Hinata, dies in an accident. Reiya never would've guessed that the tragedy would lead her to find, and be found once again, by the man she would soon fall head over heels in love with, but fate tears them apart when she learns who he actually was. Reiya is killed but finds herself teleported 12 years into the past, back before she lost everything. With this second chance, with the knowledge she gained from her previous life, Reiya vows to change the future in the name of love. What could possibly go wrong in her pursuit for such a pure and powerful thing? ⌊𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬-𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐅𝐍𝐄𝐓 & 𝐀𝐎𝟑⌉

They met by accident in the chaos of a railway station-one fleeting glance, one spark, and a memory that refused to fade. What began as playful arguments and quiet conversations soon grew into a friendship stitched together by laughter, stolen glances, and a love that neither of them had planned. Music became their language, silence their comfort, and every moment spent together felt like a secret world built just for them. But love, as they would soon discover, is never simple. Just as their hearts began to beat in harmony, shadows from the past rose between them-deep-seated family conflicts, unspoken secrets, and a truth neither of them could ignore. Every step forward felt heavier than the last, every smile carried the weight of questions unanswered. Caught between a painful past and an uncertain future, they must choose: to walk away, as everyone expects... or to fight for a love that refuses to fade, even when the world seems determined to tear them apart. Because sometimes, ANURAAG is not just love- it is the courage to fight, the longing that survives every heartbreak, and the quiet hope that what is meant to be, will find a way. ~~~~~~~~~ "You and me against the world, Chandni?" he whispered, his trembling hands cupping my face, his eyes locking onto mine like I was the only thing that mattered. "As always, Mr. Obhodro," I breathed, a soft smile curving on my lips as my heart settled into the warmth of the most precious presence in my life. --- • Tropes • ~Old-school love ~He fell first... and harder ~Family conflicts. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ || सारी दुनिया से जीत के मैं आया हूँ इधर तेरे आगे ही मैं हारा किया तूने क्या असर मैं दिल का राज़ कहता हूँ की जब जब सांसें लेता हूँ तेरा ही नाम लेता ह

Two brothers. One piano. One plays with effortless brilliance. The other fights to be heard. In a world of music, rivalry, and family expectations, Aden must discover whether talent is enough-or if heart is what truly matters.

Thoughts turned into short essays

A suite in progress. Some movements are written in certainty and others are written in the middle of the storm. This is not a story with a plot, nor a memoir looking back with crystal clarity. It is a collection of movements composed in intense yet complex feelings at the moment, each preserving a season exactly as it was lived. A prelude of identity, a scherzo of pressure, a fugue of unraveling, a lament of unanswered prayers, and whatever comes next, hence modulations... Written without the privilege of hindsight, these pages explore ambition, faith, grief, perfectionism, music, family, financial hardship, and the quiet fear of becoming someone you no longer recognise. Each movement remains a snapshot, a timestamp of a mind trying to make sense of itself while life continues to modulate around it. Perhaps there will one day be a final movement. Until then, the suite remains unfinished. P.S Look out for the stylistic contrasts between the different movements, some are more poetic and prose-like, whereas some are lyrical or perhaps descriptive.

This story is about a creature that hunts children soul for a living. This story is about it getting revenge on a man that has wronged him. (this is my first story so don't roast me too hard)(this is based on Franz Schubert's and Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's Erlkönig) (mind my old english most of them are google translated)

A renowned composer's final symphony vanishes the night before its premiere, along with a piece of her personal history. A determined musicologist is drawn into a web of secrets surrounding the composer's life and discovers a hidden message embedded in her music that could change history.

Miss Olivia Becú de Louveciennes is no average girl in 18th century England. An illegitimate daughter of the well-known liaison between Madame du Barry and the Duke of Brissac, she is now living in exile in England, orphaned by their death's at the guillotine during the French Revolution. Sixteen and a ward of the Seymour family, their visit to Norton Hall is about to result in more than just an introducton to the Northbridge family. - Submission for 2020 Brisbane Early Music Festival short story competition - Adapted scene excerpt from a future novel titled "Northbridge"

A love Story between a Musician and Poet.

Victor always had a brilliant career as a police officer. He solved impossible cases and quickly became known for his talents. Until recently. His father, sharing the same job as him, died while chasing a serial killer. Disgusted from his work ever since, he did his best to avoid it for as long as possible. But once he returned to his office, a report concerning the new serial killer in town, known as Bloody Mary, awaited him on his desk. Too curious, he takes on the case. On his path to solving this promised last mystery, he meets Mikah, a delicate dancer with a soothing temperament and willing to help him. Together, they will work day and night to find the perpetrator of these ongoing crimes. Between a growing passion, a heated behaviour and a shared love for classical music, their unexpected relationship grows, enveloped still in mystery. In the end, only one will have a story to tell through music and dance.

Lyra Sberna dropped out of university three years ago to pursue her dreams as a musician at the Cadenza Conservatory to become the second-best pianist her city has ever known, as the first place was already taken by her ruthless instructor, and friend, Edgar Fichero. At the beginning of autumn, after classes were over, Lyra stays inside a practice room to continue rehearsing for the upcoming Recital. Halfway through she overhears a violinist playing her favorite piece: Introduction and Rondo Capriccioso, and impulsively duets him, playing her part as present as she could in the hopes of him hearing her. Amazed by his skills and his way of approaching music, Lyra is determined to find who is the man behind the instrument and will investigate every nook and cranny to get a face and name for her Sir Capriccioso. However, when the truth is revealed, she is met by more questions as to why this man hid his talent and yearns to know more about him.

This ''book'' includes song lyrics from many famous artists. These quotes inspire me when I have a terrible day or when I am in a horrible mood. They make my day and I hope you enjoy these lyrics as much as I do :) ******************************* DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own any of the pictures or songs.

It's been so long since that last video was posted. He doesn't even remember what it was; can't bear to return to the page they never accrued the courage to completely take down. Sometimes, people tell him that their fanbase hasn't shrunk very much. If they came back, they could continue where they left off. Yes, he could, theoretically. However, Eddy would not do it with him. And that's where it stops mattering.

Brett thought Eddy bought him his favourite bubble tea every Saturday, because it was his way of saying 'I love you'. He was very wrong. A Breddy oneshot. Author's Note: 1) English is not my first language but I think I am good at it (?) 2) enjoy!! 3) oneshot as a recuperation for no updates. I love you guys!

Book 4 of this series

VIOLINIST TRIGGER WARNING!

He stared at the barrel of his lover's gun as he fell to his knees. "You don't have to do this." Tears stung his eyes. He breathed deeply, aiming the rifle at his skull. "I wish that was true." A Breddy Fanfiction. Eddy and Brett are both aspiring musicians at their music uni. Oh gosh, I really don't know how to write a description, do I?