Cinta Melody Novels & Stories

Love. “Speaking of fucking, let’ s get back to business, Mel.” With that, he covered my mouth with his, squeezing me closer and closer, so close that it felt like he was trying to absorb me into his He loved me. I knew that. Only, that love would burn him. Soon. ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎ MELODY'S POV “I’m pretty busy right now, Tina, just sort out the deliveries and forward the profiles of the new models to me, okay?” He smiled at his business manager through the Tab screen perched on the kitchen island.

It was something that shouldn't have happened. Melody raised her chin slowly, “I have been celibate since I got divorced, but with him, I just lost control,” she stared at Jasper while sobbing. He wiped her tears slowly with his hands, staring at her. “You really don't need to beat yourself up, is that clear?” Jasper said calmly, holding Melody's hands. “It isn't a crime to love, but it's a crime to love a criminal. So either way, one crime is wiping the other,” he smiled gently, pulling Melody towards him as she laid her head on his chest.

I couldn't help but wonder how he could possibly be so… utterly charming in his awkwardness. I lowered my head and gently touched the necklace resting against my collarbone. A long-standing, icy part of my heart was finally starting to thaw. At that same time, Caden hurried into his study, bolting the door behind him. He leaned heavily against it, heart pounding so violently it felt ready to explode out of his chest. His mind was a repetitive loop of the encounter they had just shared. The way she looked wearing the necklace. The soft scent in her hair when she leaned close.

“Listen to your boss, leave Chulo to him. You go home to your wife and kids.” “With all due respect Dante, the bastard almost got me killed, I'll deal with him till I'm done. For now, I've got some of my people tailing him. Guy's a total airhead desk kisser. I was even surprised he had a girlfriend.” “That's as far as you go Langley.” “Sir—” “Damn, you and your cousin never know how to let go do ya?” I huffed. “She learnt from the best.” The door opened and in walked Isabella.

She wiped her mouth with her handkerchief and face me. “Hi my name is Katie Fernandez I love to paint especially sceneries. I’m an orphan and grew up in the orphanage but I finished my college at the city. My best friend is the one you met earlier her name is Victoria, nice to meet you,” she said and reach out her hand with a smile. “I’m Lucas, Lucas Pangilinan. I work as a photographer in an agency but I graduated as a scholar. I came here to have a vacation and to relax. Nice to meet you Katie,” I reach out my hand and shake hers.

🍹🍹Flashback when Nicklaus Hugged Morgana🍹🍹 "I know you want to tear them apart right now but not now, they still have the power to kill anyone in that cage and are immortal... I think I have a plan to deceive them but another plan B on this Min Ho, I can hear her heartbeat, she's afraid, she doesn't like what she's doing...could we uninstall the love files we downloaded for some minutes ". Nicklaus whispered quickly into her ear. " After you, my love ". Morgana whispered back and they took few steps away from each other as their smiles turned to frown.

she relives THE NIGHT even if she doesn't want to. STRIKE OF MIDNIGHT might have instilled chaos in princess Cinderella but it does nothing more than a twitch to Sarah Patel– a subtle reminder for her circadian clock to start ticking perhaps, but that's all it. Damp hair brood a numbing cold beneath her white t-shirt. The hem grazes against the white tiles as she sits cross legs on the floor. Her eyes trace along the veins of a large Monstera leaf, while her hand pulls down a rag incoherence. The house buzz with a thick silence until the acoustic guitar of ‘Believer’ bombards the space and Sarah resurface from her void of meditation, darting to her phone. “I'm starving!!! Let's go out for di

But all I could manage was a raw wheeze that rattled in my chest. The doctor arrived, voice low, reined in, as if addressing someone already broken. "Your throat was traumatized… it was bad. The vocal cords were irreparable." He stopped, pity playing in his eyes. "Sorry, Adrian. You're not going to be able to sing anymore." The words drained me. I pushed back against the pillow, looking up at ceiling tiles until they were a blur, tears streaming hot and unbidden. My voice—gone. The very thing that had been mine, stolen from me in a few hours.

Soon, a new movie was about to be played, so they switched halls. This movie was still similarly about love that relied on and guarded each other mutually. After watching it, people looked forward to the beauty of love. When Ninian looked at Melody with expectation and asked about her feelings, Melody contemplated deeply for a while and said, “Other than Hal, I can’t think of anyone else who grew up with you as a childhood sweetheart.” Ninian was speechless. [Mel, you can’t just limit your sights on me. Think about yourself!] Ninian speedily wrote a sentence on her phone before she showed it to Melody.

asked Michael while rubbing her paralyzed legs. "You're a crippled woman, Gwen, a crippled woman! Can't you see how pathetic you are right now? Don't you want to know what makes you like this? It's due to karma! Gwen, A Karma!" screamed Michael at the end of the sentence. Gwen, who heard this, could only shake her head weakly, and before she could say anything, Michael immediately preceded her. "Don't you find it strange? A beautiful Gwendoline Ferguson, the only daughter of a wealthy businessman, could suddenly get a serious illness after marrying me?