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"Sometimes the music is the only thing keeping me from disappearing entirely"

Clara D'Amour appeared in the city in 1926, carrying a cracked suitcase, a cheap piano score, and a bottle of absinthe. No-one knows where she came from.
Rumours say she used to headline a big uptown club before "something happened."

Now she lives by night, performing in smoke-filled rooms and collecting secrets from her audience like payment. She believes beauty fades, love rots, but art... art endures.All Rights Reserved

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DOPPELGANGER by marchanddesable67

Doppelgänger Clara Wilson était une étoile d'Harvard, promise à une vie glorieuse, jusqu'à ce que tout bascule du jour au lendemain. Accusée de choses qu'elle n'as pas commise, détestée par tout le pays, elle se terre à Raven Cove, à l'abri des regards. Mais les habitants la méprisent, leurs murmures acérés - "elle as pas l'aire innocente," grogne un vieux - la traquent dans les ruelles noyées de brouillard. Vivant avec Butterfly, sa fille de seize ans qu'elle ne considère même pas comme telle, Clara se noie dans l'alcool pour fuir ses souvenirs. Mais un jour, dans une vitrine de la rue, un reflet d'elle-même, étrange et menaçant, semble prendre vie. "Bon sang, t'es qui ? Un doppelgänger, un truc de double maléfique ?" halète-t-elle, le cœur battant. Que cache ce reflet ? Une ombre de son passé, ou un danger plus grand ? Butterfly, épuisée par les insultes de Clara - "t'es une merde" - riposte avec rage : "Cette personne n'existe plus, je ne vois qu'un déchet !" Leur maison est une poudrière, chaque mot un éclat de verre. Clara, hantée, se demande : "Comment elle ose ?" Mais Butterfly cache-t-elle un secret qui pourrait tout changer ? Dans l'ombre de Raven Cove, une rumeur terrifiante circule : une menace invisible brise les esprits, murmurée dans un flash télévisé. Les miroirs de la ville renferment-ils un mystère plus profond que les souvenirs de Clara ? Clara verras bien que ses souvenirs n'est qu'une partie visible de l'iceberg. Dans ce thriller psychologique, chaque reflet est une énigme, et serait-elle pret à affronter la vérité ?

𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 by queenoF_JoKer

Rosaline Vale thought she could leave the shadows behind, but the night has a way of finding her. Hiding in plain sight as a singer at the Velvet Lily, her silken voice entrances anyone who listens-especially Adrian Hawthorne, a man whose presence is as enigmatic as it is irresistible...Rosaline breaks her way through his stoic persona, touching a place that he not dare speak of...will the dangerous life he lives allow him to have the honor of having Ms Vale. Drawn together by secrets, danger, impulse,and desire, they navigate a world of whispered threats, lingering glances, and stolen moments. Can Rosaline trust the man who walks beside her in the dark, or will the shadows of her past finally catch up? A slow-burn romance wrapped in mystery, danger, and the intoxicating rhythm of a 1950s jazz club.

I love you Clara by Zouvii

In 1936 London, Evelyn, a young widow still haunted by the death of her husband, drifts through the glittering halls of high society, where appearances matter more than anything else. Polished, polite, and painfully alone, she finds her carefully ordered life hollow and unfulfilling. One evening, she is drawn into the smoky, chaotic world of Soho, where jazz clubs pulse with raw music and freedom. There, she meets Clara, a mysterious pianist whose talent and courage awaken desires Evelyn had long thought buried. Their connection is immediate, forbidden, and intoxicating, a slow-burning romance that challenges everything Evelyn thought she knew about love, grief, and herself. Set against the backdrop of a changing London, Smoke and Song is a story of loss, passion, and the dangerous beauty of a love that cannot exist openly. From glittering ballrooms to hidden clubs, Evelyn and Clara's bond grows amidst risk, longing, and the thrill of living outside the rules society imposes, a love story as tender as it is devastating, lasting until the world itself is thrown into war once more.

Broken Pieces by SMC_547

"I love you" she says and kisses my jaw tenderly. "I love you too baby" I reply stroking her still damp hair. We were sat in a dirty McDonald's car park. We could be sat in a fucking pile of trash and I wouldn't care. Because I would be with her. As long as I'm with her, nothing else matters. -------------------------------------------------------- After all he had known was anger and hatred she was like a breath of fresh air to him. With just one look into her mesmerizing chocolate eyes and one listen to her angelic voice he knew he was ruined. He despised this feeling. He felt helpless. No matter how much he tried to stay away he was drawn to her and he knew he was playing a very dangerous game. Leaving the pain of her past behind her she starts a fresh in a new town with her older brother. Meeting the towns bad boy was not on her agenda but every time she saw him she was intrigued. He was rude and had a terrible attitude, but his eyes didn't show anything but pain which is something she knew all too well. They are complete opposites but have one thing in common. They are both broken, maybe just maybe they could be the cure to each others pain. ⚠️ this story contains mentions of abuse and alcohol so if you are not comfortable with this please do not read my story.

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐲𝐚 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 ✧ by noendstories

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐟 ✧ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝑅𝑜𝑚-𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐𝒉 𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒚𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒏 ❀ I never thought my life would be tied to him - the man who is my complete opposite. Where I am shadows and silence, he is light and laughter. I have spent years trapped in my past, haunted by memories that refuse to fade, while he moves through life effortlessly, bringing joy to those around him. But me? I only bring pain. I hurt those who get too close, whether I mean to or not. And now, the cruel twist of fate has bound me to someone I despise - my academic rival. The one person I have never been able to stand. We have spent years at each other's throats, never backing down, never conceding. So why? Why the hell would he want to marry me? What game is he playing? Fine. If he thinks he can handle me, he's wrong. Now that we're married, I'll make sure he regrets every single moment of it. 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 ❀ What the hell was she thinking? Did she really think she could walk away from me? I warned her. Told her not to go through with that marriage. But she never listened. Four years. Four damn years by my side - challenging me, pushing limits. And now? She actually thought she could marry someone else? That she could belong to another man? That she could live a life that didn't include me? Hell no. If she was so determined to ruin my patience, I'd return the favor. That's why I did the only thing I could - I kidnapped her and made her mine. Now, she has no choice but to stay. And I? I will make sure she suffers for daring to think she could ever escape me. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

velvet hallow book 1: whiskey and roses by niKo_d3nKi

The rain came soft in Velvet Hollow that night - slow, steady, the kind that slicked fur and cobblestone both. The lamps along Riverline Street bled gold into the fog, painting halos over puddles and alleyways. From the outside, the town looked like a dream that didn't know it had already died.Down by the river, the Velvet Vibe still breathed. Music drifted out its cracked windows, wrapping around the lampposts like smoke - a trumpet's cry, a piano's hum, a woman's voice that could break a heart in two Behind the bar stood Whiskers Beaumont, a big tom in a clean vest, slow hands and yellow eyes that saw everything. He didn't talk much; didn't have to. The drunks knew better. There was something in his calm that hinted he'd seen worse than spilled gin and broken promises. On stage, Rosie Calhoun sang under the crimson lights. White fur, soft as moonlight; curves that swayed with the rhythm; pink eyes catching every spark in the room. Her voice poured over the crowd - velvet and smoke, smooth enough to make sinners pray for one more song. And right beside her, clutching his trumpet like it was the last thing in the world keeping him steady, was Coco Marlowe - the Alley Cat himself. Small, wiry, brown-furred, one green eye and one blue. He had a grin that could charm tips from the sober and forgiveness from the angry, but everyone in the Hollow knew he was just a few drinks away from trouble. His laugh came quick, his voice was light and boyish, and when he talked, words danced faster than the music. He played wild - too wild sometimes - but there was fire in it, and pain, and all the beauty that came with pretending you didn't care. The club was half-empty, rain keeping most home, but the few who came leaned close as Coco's trumpet wailed and Rosie sang over Whiskers' steady piano. Together, they turned the room into a memory that didn't want to fade.

The Last Broadcast by SpookyShadowKitten

She thought she was just talking to the night. But the night started talking back. Clara, a lonely midnight DJ, fills the silence with music and stories-until the calls begin. Voices that know her name. Secrets she's never spoken aloud. A version of herself that shouldn't exist. The deeper she listens, the closer it gets. And soon, silence might be the only way out.

THE GIRL NEXT TO AN IDOL by romanceink_

She ran away from home to escape her pain. He was a famous idol hiding from the chaos of fame. Their first meeting? A disaster. Second meeting? An argument. Third meeting? Maybe destiny. Somewhere between their late-night talks and stolen glances, they fell in love - quietly, deeply, and dangerously. When the world found out, the hate came crashing in. His fans called her names. The media called her a mistake. He was ready to leave everything behind for her, but she couldn't let him destroy his dreams because of her love. So she disappeared - leaving only a memory behind. Years later, at a crowded concert, his song stopped midway when he saw her face in the audience. And in that moment, he knew - he'd found the missing piece of his heart again. A story about love that survives distance, fame, and time - because some hearts always find their way back.

Curtain Call for Death by imaprofessionalhater

In the golden age of Hollywood, Jameson Hart is America's sweetheart-a dashing, blue-eyed film star with golden hair, a killer smile, and the leading man in every woman's fantasy. But the only woman who has ever truly had his heart is Clara Hart-his radiant, devoted wife. A graceful, brilliant Black woman with a warm laugh and a sharp intuition, Clara is the anchor of their quiet life at home with their 3-year-old son, David. While the tabloids speculate on co-star romances and secret scandals, Jameson remains the picture-perfect family man, attending red carpets by night and making pancakes for Clara and David in the mornings. But their picture-perfect world begins to crack when tragedy strikes the silver screen. One by one, the leading ladies of Jameson's recent films are found murdered-each discovered in their dressing rooms with a single, eerie calling card: a set prop from the film they starred in with Jameson. A perfume bottle, a bloodied script, a broken vanity mirror. The scenes are staged with obsessive detail. The city is in a panic. Whispers circle. Reporters flock. Suspicion sharpens. And Jameson Hart is the prime suspect. Though the public begins to doubt him, Clara never does. Not for a moment. Fiercely loyal and quietly brilliant, Clara begins her own quiet investigation alongside the police detective assigned to the case. Her instincts tell her that someone is watching them. That the killer is playing a game-a dangerous script leading to a final scene. The murders grow closer to home. The clues are more theatrical. Clara discovers a chilling pattern in the killer's timing and realizes the next victim is already marked.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟏𝟎 by _jenxkiss

Hughie Biggs. The love of my bloody life. The fella I swore I'd grow old with, get a ring on my finger from, have the big church wedding, the lot. I used to lie awake at night and picture his hand in mine, picture his laugh bouncing off the walls of our kitchen. Back then, I didn't have the faintest clue about the way the world could chew you up and spit you out. I remember us when we were younger, before everything went sour. When Caoimhe was still alive, when her laugh could still fill a room. When I still had friends-real ones, the kind you'd sit on the green with till it got dark, passing a bag of crisps around, talking rubbish and thinking it meant the world. Back then, we were untouchable, or so we thought. But nothing lasts, does it? Not love, not family, not even friendship. Everything rots eventually, like fruit left out too long. Secrets crawl their way to the surface no matter how deep you bury them, and when they do, they choke you. That's what happened to me. That's what happened to Hughie. The truth came crawling, and it ruined everything. So I've made up my mind. I can't stay here, not in this cursed town, not walking the same streets where his hand used to brush mine, where Caoimhe used to skip beside me, where I laughed like I actually believed in tomorrow. It's all poisoned now. Every corner, every memory, every face that looks at me like they know more than they should. I'm leaving. For good this time. I'll pack a bag, take nothing but what I can carry, and I'll vanish before anyone can stop me. No goodbyes, no explanations. Just gone. Because the truth is, there's nothing left here for me anymore-only ghosts, and I've had enough of them to last me a lifetime.

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DOPPELGANGER

Doppelgänger Clara Wilson était une étoile d'Harvard, promise à une vie glorieuse, jusqu'à ce que tout bascule du jour au lendemain. Accusée de choses qu'elle n'as pas commise, détestée par tout le pays, elle se terre à Raven Cove, à l'abri des regards. Mais les habitants la méprisent, leurs murmures acérés - "elle as pas l'aire innocente," grogne un vieux - la traquent dans les ruelles noyées de brouillard. Vivant avec Butterfly, sa fille de seize ans qu'elle ne considère même pas comme telle, Clara se noie dans l'alcool pour fuir ses souvenirs. Mais un jour, dans une vitrine de la rue, un reflet d'elle-même, étrange et menaçant, semble prendre vie. "Bon sang, t'es qui ? Un doppelgänger, un truc de double maléfique ?" halète-t-elle, le cœur battant. Que cache ce reflet ? Une ombre de son passé, ou un danger plus grand ? Butterfly, épuisée par les insultes de Clara - "t'es une merde" - riposte avec rage : "Cette personne n'existe plus, je ne vois qu'un déchet !" Leur maison est une poudrière, chaque mot un éclat de verre. Clara, hantée, se demande : "Comment elle ose ?" Mais Butterfly cache-t-elle un secret qui pourrait tout changer ? Dans l'ombre de Raven Cove, une rumeur terrifiante circule : une menace invisible brise les esprits, murmurée dans un flash télévisé. Les miroirs de la ville renferment-ils un mystère plus profond que les souvenirs de Clara ? Clara verras bien que ses souvenirs n'est qu'une partie visible de l'iceberg. Dans ce thriller psychologique, chaque reflet est une énigme, et serait-elle pret à affronter la vérité ?