Ever After High Melody Piper Mga Nobela at Kwento

I nodded. Julian’s whole demeanor shifted in an instant. His brow lowered while his smirk sharpened. It was as if he was channeling Terry himself. It was… unnerving. Julian stretched his arm around behind me on the back of the couch. Then he leaned in close enough to breathe on my shoulder. “I’ve been watching you tonight, Piper,” Julian said. “You’ve been strutting around like you’re putting on a show just for me.” My face went pale. This was too much, too real, too soon. I couldn’t move. I was locked in that moment with Terry, after he had given me the champagne laced with drugs.

Piper half yelled holding her head as some blurry vision kept flooding in her head. "Remember me Aurora,"Mr Walter yelled. Piper screamed, holding her head as those words kept ringing in her ears as if someone had said those words to her before. Some blurry images kept coming into her head. She fell to her knees, when she couldn't control those blurry images and blackouts. TBC....

“How could I not?” Claire held her warm mug with both of her hands. They would be heading home tomorrow morning, and no camp ends without having s’mores over a bonfire, which is why on their trip’s last night, all the students were huddled together around a campfire, either making s’mores, singing, or passing out mugs of hot chocolate. The nights were quite chilly, so she decided to help herself with a mug. The few students who have brought their acoustic guitars and flutes were clustered in one corner, relentlessly playing cheery acoustic renditions of current trendy songs. Claire bobbed her head along with the music with a small smile on her lips.

Piper might cover it in bravado and booze, but she cared. “Fine,” I sighed. She grinned like she’d just won a war. When the bartender set down two neon-colored cocktails in flimsy plastic cups, Piper shoved one into my hand. “To freedom,” Piper announced, raising hers. “To bad decisions,” I amended wryly. “Same thing.” Our cups clinked, the sound lost instantly in the music, and for a moment, I let the sweetness burn down my throat and tried to forget everything else. Ten minutes and two drinks later, Piper was already tipsy, leaning against the counter, her curls wild from dancing.

One thing that never gets old. Piper is also on the bus, with her minions. They aren't even graduate from our school, why do they even have to come along? Of course nobody would mind, cause its Piper, the school brightest and most beautiful girl. Apart from them others that came in are. Michelle and her group of Cinderella's. Those were the bitches in highschool, that's before Piper took over. Then Nathan, Carlos, Vivien, Marcos, and Vixen. The top basket ball players, Vivien been the only girl in the team.

Pest! But I was surprised when Cayden stepped on the piano and started playing. And the ringing became familiar to me. It is an old song from way back in 2017.... a Very old song because it is now 2066 on earth. But somehow, I am into old songs. I do not know why. Even Misha, we have a compilation of old songs. I found a love for myself... Darling just dive right in... And follow my lead... Well, I found a girl beautiful and sweet ...

Isn’t that what Melanie had overheard? Ms. Piper interrupted my thoughts as she stood before the class. “All right, kiddos. I know that you are all excited about some little get-together happening later on tonight.” Everyone laughed, like it was a huge joke, even though it wasn’t really that funny. “I also realize this is the last period of the day, and it’s hard enough to hold your attention on a regular day, let alone a Friday, when there’s a dance. So… I’m only going to give you four assignments to finish this hour.” Everyone groaned, and Ms. Piper rolled her eyes. “They’re not hard!”

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

“And without further ado, it would humble this human greatly to introduce the long awaited heir of Nix, Miss Melody Harmony Bells the first.” I dropped my cups of punch on the floor, spilling the red juice in a five foot circle around me. There is no fucking way it is Melody, we saw her drive past in her suv. I walked away from my mess, leaving a few of the staff to scramble and clean it up. I went searching in the crowd to see if it really was Melody or not. I could see the Biker that had been showing up around town and had broken my phone lead someone around, but I couldn’t get a good look at them. I could see a head of curls that had been artfully arranged, but that was it. When Alvin tha