Ever After High Melody Piper Novels & Stories

It was just a self evaluation process that could lead to her crying a safe river in her own comfort zone. Amy opened her phone and searched for High Highs, a band she discovered after watching pitch perfect one, she opened the open season album they had which happened to be one of her favorite albums now. Their sound just knew how to break her dam of tears and just let it flow along with her pent up emotions.

Lots of music to compete with at the moment. When I come down, I’m lying flat on the bed, with my legs in Ethan’s hands. He’s got my knees pushed up towards my chest, allowing him to resume a slow rhythm. I’m riding the aftershocks, but he’s so deep this way, a new sensation spreads through me. “Damn it, Piper,” he grits through his teeth.

"Is that all you got?" I questioned, disappointed at how easy this all was. She looked at me, smiling. I raised a brow. "Not even close." Her eyes glowed, brightly. The wind around us picked up. My eyes widened. "PIPER! SEDATE HER! NOW!!" Just before Piper could, she was blown back off Melody, flying pass my car, hitting hers with a harsh thud. She slammed to the ground, unmoving. I was about to run up on her, but she turned her gaze to me. With a flick of her head, I went flying, hitting the tree. I yelled out, falling to the ground. Melody took that opportunity to run for it. My head was still spinning, when I saw Piper slowly get up from the ground, and without hesitation, she threw a bla

Gabriel added. “Don’t you really remember anything, sir?” Lyka asked. “Nothing at all—not even a little,” he replied. “Is that so…” Lyka whispered. “What did you say?” Gabriel asked. “Nothing, sir,” she replied. “And Jennifer and I are getting married next month. I don’t want anything to ruin our plans. This must be some new trick—suddenly someone calls me ‘Papa’ even though I’ve never had any relationship other than Jennifer,” he added.

I kept my voice low, but my heart was pounding. Sarah’s grin spread. "That’s my girl. Sabotage his big meeting, leak some secret files, make him sweat." Secret files? Wait, didn’t Ethan have some weird document for Jace that looked important? Damn, what if… Before I could think it through, Miles voice snapped me back to reality. "Alright sons and daughters of mother parker, let the game begin." He pulled open a champagne, as his friends cheered. "We should play thirty minutes in the closet." A pink haired girl seated on Jace lap yelled. Why was she even on his laps, her arms trailing down his chest, I never got to do that. Wait... seriously?

Entering her old bedroom Piper stepped back in time. Her room was exactly the same as the day she'd left. Even the posters of Bruno Mars and Katy Perry still adorned her walls. Piper made a mental note to ensure she took them down. It was incredibly embarrassing for a woman of her age to still have her bedroom littered with her teenage self!

At this moment, the doorbell rang. Elijah immediately rushed downstairs and opened the door, his face brightly lit with a triumphant smile. "I knew you were just messing with me—" However, he froze when he saw who was actually there. It was a deliveryman, holding a package. "Delivery for Mr. Morris." Elijah's face twitched as he silently accepted the package and returned inside in a daze. He opened the package to find a videotape and a small locked box inside.

"Don't play dumb. It's cute, though, the whole step-sibling thing. Very scandalous." "Everett, shut your mouth!" Piper snapped, appearing beside me out of nowhere. He turned to her, still grinning. "Oh, look. This must be your sidekick. What's your name, lil girl?" "Sidekick?" Piper gasped. "Listen up, you bleached disaster! If you don't back the fuck off right now, I'm going to make sure everyone here knows exactly what kind of cheap-shot artist you are on the ice!" Everett's grin vanished immediately. "Excuse me?"

"Mr. Jackman, Ms. Sinclair is waiting for you in the conference room with her daughter." When Lucy walked in holding Melody's hand, she found Micah lost in thought over a spreadsheet on his computer. Five-year-old Melody was wearing the same white tulle dress Anna had worn on her birthday. She spoke in a sweet, childish voice. "Mr. Jackman, I just learned the 'Moonlight Lake.'" Music flowed from the grand piano in the conference room. Micah watched the child's flying fingers and suddenly stood up. At a certain modulation, Melody's fingering somehow overlapped with the rhythm Anna had tapped out on bottle caps on that park bench when she was seven.