Forbidden Odd Melody Novels & Stories

He was a fool to toss it away easily for a boy who regarded him as nothing but a sperm dump—someone to use for his release. He turns to face his mate, staring boldly at him, he says. “I, Dylan Salters, reject you, Felix Jericho, as my mate.” Jaws drop at Dylan’s words. Meredith coos, proud of her friend. It is about time. Felix gawks at Dylan in disbelief. He didn't think the other boy had it in him to reject him. He had believed he would be the one doing the rejecting after toying with him, yet the little mouse dared to steal his thunder. He can't believe that a boy who means nothing to him would also try to humiliate him.

**** THEON I was too comfortable reading alone and even writing some points for my activity to be submitted immediately not until someone came in the psychology area. Even without looking to that person, I just have this deep sense of feeling that someone was walking in the same area where I was. I had no clue how I acquires suck skill or maybe my volition to be alone, somehow, magically helped me to obtain such abilities to listen well. I closed my eyes and the more I wanted to feel what she was doing, the more l heard the noise inside me. It was a girl, and she was walking, the noise of her shoes became even noisier.

I couldn’t even see his face clearly behind the mask, yet somehow, he still had the power to make my knees weak. Oliver slipped a hand around my waist. “Steady,” he whispered in my ear. I drank the entire glass. I would need a lot more than that to get through this night. I placed the empty glass on a passing waiter’s tray. Kyle walked past me as though I didn’t exist. Maybe it was because of the mask. I desperately clung to that explanation. The music started, and couples moved onto the dance floor. Oliver stretched out his hand. “May I have this dance?”

One of the rogues finally spoke up again, voice low, almost hesitant. “That melody…” he trailed off. “It’s the one Draven’s late wife loved to play. Especially during bath time. She actually composed it specially for him.” I stood, stunned. “His late wife?” “Yes,” another rogue whispered, almost afraid to say it. “It hurt him… too much after she died. So, every time someone tried to play it. He just couldn’t bear it, and later on banned it completely. That’s why no one’s played it in years.”

He welcomed me into his pack and offered me a job despite everything, despite my more than awkward circumstances. I could not ruin this chance to start over from scartch by going after the Beta’s daughter, could I? “See you tomorrow, Mr B,” Billy, my mate’s best friend said in parting, raising a hand in goodbye. “See you then,” I nodded at him. Melissa, on the other hand, merely said, “Bye bye.” In a way, it felt like she couldn’t wait to get rid of me. That night, howling to the full moon, I felt freer than I had been in months. Like a burden had been lifted off my chest… when truth be told, it was quite the opposite. I had one more obstacle to my plans. One more burden on my damned shoulde

"Handle the arrangements. We leave in an hours." As I walked away, I could feel Maya's eyes following me. I tried to ignore the strange protectiveness that had flared up when I saw her being mistreated. This was supposed to be a simple transaction—an omega for an alliance. Nothing more complicated than that. But something about her frightened, defiant eyes suggested this arrangement might be more complex than I'd anticipated. The drive back to Bloodmoon territory would give me time to remember why emotional attachments were dangerous for someone like me. After all, in less than a year, she would be dead anyway.

It doesn't look like something that belonged to my family either. She finds the small silver key on the side and gives it a slow turn. The mechanism groans for a second, a dry, metallic protest, and then the music begins to play. It’s a haunting, melancholic melody—a lullaby that feels like it’s being pulled from the bottom of a well. The notes are slow, crystalline, and oddly discordant. The moment the first few bars hit the air, the world tilts.

Because of one wrong door. My phone buzzed in my clutch on the table. I lunged for it, but Dante was faster. He snatched it up, glancing at the screen before I could. His expression hardened. “Give that back,” I demanded, reaching for it. Our fingers brushed. Electricity shot up my arm, and I yanked my hand away like I’d been burned. What is wrong with me? I wanted connection, not this forbidden pull that made my skin tingle and my moral boundaries feel paper-thin.

For ten years, I stood beside Adrian Shaw while he clawed his way up from nothing to a nine-figure fortune. In all that time, he never once took me anywhere that cost more than twenty dollars a head. On the eve of our tenth anniversary, I sent him a link to the steakhouse I'd been saving for years. His expression darkened. "Just because we have money now doesn't mean we can forget how hard life can get. Thrift is a virtue, Nora. Don't lose it." I thought he had a point, so I nodded and agreed to cancel the reservation. Then, on the day I went to the restaurant to cancel it, I saw Adrian across the dining room, having dinner with a girl. He cut her steak for her, then reached over and ge

I stood there awkwardly near the doorway, completely unsure how to draw his attention toward me properly. I remember I was told to initiate to show willingness and if he doesn’t like me, I could get a strike. 3 strike and I am out and would be needing to refund the eighty grand, I can’t do that when spending it was worth it. So, a crazy Idea pop in, I pick a grape in my mouth and gently remove his newspaper, his eyes found mine as I sat on his lap, I place it at the tip, watching him slowly want to take it.