Author Melody Anne Novels & Stories

His lips lingered a beat too long. Anna withdrew her hand quickly, smiling nervously. “You just keep getting more beautiful every time I see you,” Ethan said smoothly. “By the time we release your first single, you’ll be the nation’s sweetheart.” Anna forced another small smile, but her nerves spiked. She nearly stumbled when she noticed the woman seated near the booth—a striking music star with half her hair dyed pink, the other half blue. A corset blouse hugged her chest, tucked into a tiny black skirt. She skimmed through a music sheet, legs crossed like she owned the room.

Still, there was something about Leo that made him seem like a womanizer. “Look, your cousin. I think she’s done singing.” I turned toward Anne. That’s what I call her, she doesn’t like being called Ate. She’s twenty-five and almost done with college. I had no idea she performed in places like this. She was smiling as she walked toward us, but suddenly, a man blocked her path. I couldn’t see his face, and Anne was small, so she disappeared behind him. At first, I thought it was nothing but then he tried to touch her.

I followed the sound, curiosity tugging me forward until I was standing right in front of it. That’s when I saw her name in bold gold letters across the screen: “BREAKING NEWS: ANNA HASTINGS WINS ‘BEST ORIGINAL SONG’ AT THE GLOBAL MUSIC AWARDS.” And there she stood, in a silver dress that sparkled like she bled stardust, holding a trophy to her chest with that picture-perfect smile she’d practiced since we were twelve. Then… the music continued playing. And my body locked up. I knew that exact note. The chord progression. The layered echo in the second verse. I knew it the way you know your own heartbeat.

It was a melody that was both simplistic and yet complex at the same time, hauntingly beautiful in its melancholy undertones. As the melody grew more intense, so did Antonio's playing. His fingers danced across the ivory keys, pressing and releasing them in a mesmerizing ballet of precision and dexterity. Each chord was crafted with the meticulous care of a master sculptor chiseling away at a block of marble, revealing the beauty that lay hidden within. His body swayed subtly with the cadence of his composition, each movement in harmony with the pulsating rhythm.

She wanted the day to be holy and the night after that to be full of meaning. So Anne muffled everything. Although it was a bit difficult, listening to music could distract her for a moment. She turned on the music player and chose Body Say by Demi Lovato. As soon as the music filled her room, she began to gently sway. Swaying her bum to the rhythm of the song. Occasionally she would turn around slowly with her hands, ruffling her hair. Moving as sensually as possible. With her eyes closed, of course. Which left Eland speechless as she watched Anne's every move in this room.

Melody smirked. "My younger sister, Melanie, is dating Mr. Erza Mallard. Ally is nothing to me. "But of course, they're in a public relationship, and she serves Mr. Mallard well. Unlike some who pretend to be innocent and try to hide." "Wow, your sister is dating Mr. Mallard? That's impressive! No one can stop you in the company now!" another woman quickly said. "Of course! I would never stoop so low for a promotion." Melody sneered inwardly, wishing she were prettier to win Mr. Neal over.

Chapter Fourteen Arthur’s POV Melody charges onto the field with grace and fury. She moves like she owns the ground beneath her feet. Strong, steady, balanced. Her shoulders are squared, her chin lifted, her gaze unwavering. The Melody I remember had a softness to her. A quiet, shy presence that tried to make itself smaller in the shadow of grief. This Melody? She stands like she’s carved from the moon itself. Dane whistles low beside me. “Bloody hell. She’s not playing, is she?”

Of course, I am not forgetting about my princess. We dance, talk and laugh with each other without a care in the world. Every time I see her smile, it gives me a calming feeling in my heart. I don't know what she feels about me but I am sure as hell that I will not let this incredible go away from my life. "Can I have your attention, please?" Melody calls out to everyone making us look at her to see that she is standing near a huge cake. She has a microphone in her hands and she tells me and Anhuphama to go near her.

Celine whispered in Vicky's ear, "I'm sorry, I'm leaving abroad soon. Your stupid best friend is gone forever. She's dead now. What else can she do to me? "She was just too stupid to fall in love with Dustin. And you, just like your best friend, are equally stupid!" Vicky screamed. She stretched out her hand and pulled Celine's hair against the wall. Dustin pulled Celine back into the room. Bang, the door was shut. Vicky continued screaming outside the door, shouting loudly for Dustin to open the door. Dustin was unmoved. Celine stepped forward with her eyes all red and said pitifully, "I'm sorry, Dustin, maybe I shouldn't have come back. If I had stayed abroad, I would not have caused Saman

Sighing, I hold out my hand. She looks strong, reminding me a bit of Charley. Beautiful but tough as nails with skin the color of honeyed amber. Her eyes are a beautiful shade of slate gray, strikingly beautiful on her tan skin. She has long straight black hair, cut short around her ears leaving just enough for a soft curl. When she turns her head, I see a delicate rose tattoo on her neck, spiraling up into her scalp. "Mr. Grant just promoted me to watch the Little Miss," she explains. "My name's Melody, but my street name was Raven. I'm old friends with Sharkey. We were in school together."