Broken Melody Novels & Stories

I'm on your magical mystery ride And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright My head's under water But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginning Even when I lose I'm winning 'Cause I give you all, all of me And you give me all, all of you. "This song is so true," Damien said. "Yeah?" "I mean listen to it. It always makes me think about you. Always. And I love that." He closed his eyes. I closed mine too and concentrated on the lyrics. How many times do I have to tell you Even when you're

And now… now they’re singing. It’s not a loud song. It doesn’t need to be. It’s perfect. A melody of pure, undilutedregret. Every note is a choice unmade, a word unsaid, a wound inflicted. It’s the sound of Arthur’s ambition curdling into betrayal. It’s the sound of Kieran’s love twisting into sacrifice. It’s the sound of my own failures, my own dissolution, reflected back at me with heartbreaking clarity.

She'll do what she's told. He had miscalculated. The asset was no longer behaving as predicted. The string quartet, two floors below, was still playing. The sound of the processional, that hopeful, climbing, beautiful melody, drifted up and into the room through the open door. It was a grotesque, mocking, insane soundtrack for her own destruction. Aurora’s world didn't just shatter. It dissolved. The "broken glass" she had swallowed, the "broken glass" she had cleaned up... it was in her lungs, her veins, her eyes.

In her past life, Elara Newman had married Orion Baron, who turned out to be an absent husband. On the day she gave birth, she suffered a severe hemorrhage and lost consciousness. However, Orion was unreachable. After she was snapped awake by the doctor, she had to sign her name on the surgical consent form while her hands were still shaking. When her children caught a raging fever, Orion was still nowhere to be seen. She had to rush to the hospital all by herself, and after three consecutive days of looking after them, she was exhausted and passed out in the corridor. On the day when her parents passed away in a car accident, Orion was still absent. As she returned home with the urn

Then she plugged into a music channel and started listening to Pink . She was pure bliss to watch . Somehow her presence made his heart ten times lighter . His contract went into the drain yesterday but he felt like he found something much more precious . They both had encountered major setbacks in their life on the same day . But right now they were way more resolved and determined than before . Without saying much they had become silent companions of each other in this journey . "Ma'am, we are about to descend . Can I open the window shield? Ma'am?"

") I felt my neck tilt slightly, and my body swayed with the rhythm. My hands moved of their own accord, reaching out as if pulling the grief from the air. The girl in front of me mirrored my movements, her tears slowing as she swayed in time with the melody. Her face relaxed, a soft smile breaking through her sadness. I didn’t know how I knew the words. I didn’t know where they were coming from. But I couldn’t stop. The song wove around us, wrapping the room in its warmth. It felt like a release, like the sorrow and pain were being drawn away, carried by the melody to a place far beyond this world. Then, a knock at the door shattered the spell. The sound jolted me back, and I blinked rapidl

And sorrow Gloomy symphonies fill my head, mhh Tonight I think I'll write the saddest song To cleanse me of your memory and mend me when you're gone I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song And maybe when I play it in my room I won't feel so empty when I'm thinking about you I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song Mhh-mh, mhh, Mhh-mh Maybe you'll be on your way to work And hear it when you're driving down the street And maybe then you'll wanna make things work And tell me that you never wanna leave My body's filled with my regret And sorrow Gloomy symphonies fill my head, mhh ........... " Just as the song end

"I want you to please think about the beautiful future we'll have together, and do not deny us that happiness, please." She fought so hard to control the tears rolling from her eyes, but couldn't. He loved her, despite everything that had happened, he still loved her. In spite of everything, he had fallen in love with her broken self. What more does she need from a man? Nothing. She wiped the tears from her eyes, and remember the days she felt as though her heart was being chained and caged. Which made her think of cages and chains, which in turn almost caused a hysterical bubble of laughter to burst in her throat. Swallowing both tears and laughter, she said softly. "Let's go home, Abdul."

My desktop screen glowed quietly in front of me. I tried focusing. Tried pretending I was just another employee working an ordinary job. But every small movement reminded me otherwise. The sting on my skin from Laney’s slap earlier. The missing piece beneath my dress. The memory of Romane’s eyes watching me from that jewellery store. God. I pressed my fingers against my temple tiredly. What was happening to my life? I felt not in control anymore after a very long time. My marriage was cracking apart in silence. Laney was becoming more possessive by the day. And somehow Romane had suddenly reappeared after years like a ghost refusing to stay buried.

“Let’s do this.” I grabbed my bass guitar and pulled up a stool. Conor fell into the melody seamlessly, and I closed my eyes, humming the words to the beat, my lips forming a smile as it fitted perfectly. Sure, there were probably some notes out of place here and there, and some chord changes were needed, but the beat, the pace . . . it was fucking perfect. It was Elena. All over. You’re not broken, baby, you ain’t shattered, Maybe a little cracked, but darlin’,