
Short Story·Romance
Only for Two Violins
Valeria Quintana
They've loathed each other since they were twelve. Now the only ticket to Vienna requires them to play together.

“She's afraid of the sea, runs her grandmother's surf school, and her only student wears the whistle she thought was lost.”
Three years after her grandmother Celia died, Abril reopens the family's old surf school with a rejection letter in her pocket, a municipal concession on the verge of seizure and a fear of the water she admits to no one. Her only student, Iván, an outsider who can't even get into a wetsuit, wears around his neck the lifeguard whistle that vanished from the shed the night her grandmother died. And while she tries not to drown him in resentment, Lucas Arenas moves his machines in to take the beach.
“"She always said the same thing: the sea shows no mercy to weakness, but the banks show even less."”
“Standing up on a board doesn't take courage; it takes accepting the hit against the bottom.”
“Resentment weighs precisely the same as lead when you are trying not to drown."”
“Four hundred euros to save your life feels like a bargain-basement rate, Iván.”

Short Story·Romance
Valeria Quintana
They've loathed each other since they were twelve. Now the only ticket to Vienna requires them to play together.

Short Story·Romance
Valeria Quintana
Lying to your entire family is easy; pretending you're not still in love with your ex is the real catastrophe.

Short Story·Romantasy
Irene Sabater
In an academy above the clouds, magic is paid for with what you loved most.
An Inkora Stories original, written with AI assistance under human editorial direction and review. Valeria Quintana is an editorial pen name. Learn more