Author Melody Anne Novels & Stories

Anne cut the bodyguard off. “I'm sorry; I'll go notify him.” Violet said as the car came to a halt, "let's go." Leaving this place at that precise moment was the best thing she had done all day. “I think I have a head ache; call the doctor.” “Is it for real?” “Don't worry, there's nothing I can't handle.” Anne put on her favorite classical piece, Beethoven's 5th symphony, to lift her spirits. She closed her eyes, relaxed her mind, and let the music wash over her.

She murmurs, and her eyes go cold. The caller used her mother's voice, but she knew it was not her mother. The giggle sounds familiar in her ears, and she knows she heard it three years ago.

My body started heating up and I released air from my lungs to calm myself down a bit. "My Leaf boy do you like my clothes?" She drew closer to me grinning and twirling round showing me her massive bum. Damn Melissa!!!. "Yes I like it, you look very beautiful" I replied her and her smiled widened more. She instantly ran to the saleswoman and hugged her tightly. "My leaf boy said I look very beautiful" she grinned as the woman smiled and patted her back. Yes Lissa, I told you already. You are exceptionally beautiful just like an angel she uttered and a little frown settled on Melissa's face. "What's an angel?" She asked her confusedly as her frown deepened.

The crystals on the hem of Anne's lovely pink dress caught the light and sparkled as she spun around. She had the appearance of a tiny angel. Everyone in the room smiled genuinely, not just out of courtesy, as her kind and innocent voice filled the space. People encouraged her by clapping in time with the music. Max's eyes were tender and proud as he observed his daughter. As he listened, he exuded love and pride, looking every bit the devoted father. The entire crowd erupted in cheers and ovations when Anne concluded her song.

Lotus smiled. "I'll walk home," Anita said. "No" Lotus replied and made them teleport home. "Have a nice day" Anita waved as she got into the car. "Sure, watch TV shows, don't be bored at home," Lotus replied. MELODY MUSICAL HIGH 👥 Did you come to OH last night? 👥 You missed like damn! 👥 She sang like seriously. 👥 Ever heard of a fallen angel? That's her, her voice was like...so sweet!

Her music rang through the night, creating a fabric of feelings that Ethan could feel deep inside. Amelia gave his hand a gentle squeeze, and her voice was full of quiet awe. "That is Seraphina, the Weaver of Melodies. Her music has the power to heal hurt souls and rekindle the flickering flames of hope. Let us listen and let the vibrations of her melodies mend the pieces of your broken heart."

Our return to New York is scheduled for the following afternoon, and after dinner, we are gathered in the more intimate family room that has, of all things, a television and speakers in it. Amara turns it on. “Anne,” she says with a grin. “Do you know how to dance?” Anne shrieks with joy. “Put on Molly Breeze!” I frown and look at Alyssa. “What is this?” “A popular singer in the US,” she smiles. Music blares from the speakers and Alyssa, Amara, and Anne get up. They begin to dance, the movements haphazard and wild. I feel motion, and still as Enzo stands next to me. “Drink?”

I guess our little guest is full of surprises. Just when I was about to link him again, Gaston came into view, the leash trailing along. I caught my breath when I saw Melody. She was in a soft crimson dress with a deep cut vee on the front. The sleeves went three quarter length down her arms, showing off how long and graceful they were. The waist was cinched with a black belt just above her hip line, making the skirt flair out a little more on the dress. It went down to her knees, and her legs were the same creamy white as the rest of her, like she was carved for a Roman temple.

They are charging you with singing other people's songs and marketing them as your songs, that you have been penning songs that you have zero right to sing. The room seemed to shudder. "That is a lie," I screamed, pounding my head. My chest constricted, breathing more than sufficient with rushed urgency. "That is not a lie, that is madness! You know me. You know the ways and means that I work, how long I've—" My voice was gruff and I closed my lips, holding my hammered fist in front of my face as the horror escaped.

"Lila’s aunt’s place. Somewhere outside Boulder. The press thinks you’re in a private clinic in Aspen. Ethan’s people think the same. We have at least a few days of silence." I sat up, the blanket sliding to my waist. I looked at my hands. They were steady. For the first time in ten years, they were absolutely still. No tremors. No phantom itch for a needle or a piano key. Just skin and bone and a strange, cold power. "Anya," I said. "The melody. The five notes." "I have them," she said, turning her laptop toward me. She’d been working. The screen was covered in audio waveforms and music notation.