Novel & Cerita Forbidden Odd Melody

Fino a perdere tutti i tuoi sensi: Until you lose all your senses. Non ci sarà pietà, solo piacere: There will be no mercy, only pleasure

°°°°°°°°°°°°She was the ethical soul , she never ever endeavor to be in love with someone but she fell in love there ,where it was forbidden, with the forbidden Being , a vampire. He was in search of pure blood but least did he know that the taste would be so heavenly that he couldn't stand it. He wanted to taste her . Her scent was igniting his desires.

Is my power not strong enough to protect the people I love? "Hunters, what you just saw was a new type of gate. We discovered it just this week. We still don't have enough information about it nor do we know how to differentiate a normal blue gate from this one. But one thing is for sure this new type of gate can only teleport one person at a time. And the place... it will transport you in a different world." Max heard the Organization President and the feeling of anger deep inside him intensified. He blamed the Organization President inwardly. He thought that what the Organization President said was a lie.

Why did it have to be Xylo Crosswind, the strongest Alpha in the land? Cordia fell silent. I knew she was listening too, spellbound by our mate. “A fair fight for all families,” he continued. “The battle you’ve been waiting for. Welcome to the Homer Game of the Year!” He smiled. I melted like a fool. I stood, trembling, my lips curving without my permission, my body drawn forward by the heat of his scent. Even from a distance, it wrapped me, warming my blood. But then… Andrea walked onto the stage.

This, I thought, was just the beginning of the curse. "Three years, and your nerve has grown? You dare to disobey me?" "Mia is my daughter. It is my right to see her. I suggest you hand her over willingly. Don't force my hand. Have you forgotten your last lesson so quickly?" My soul shudders. The last lesson? That nightmare from three years ago? I gaze at the familiar infirmary and the memory consumes me. Three years ago, when Oliver's Bloodline Decay first manifested, he needed a life essence transfer—a forbidden ritual—to survive.

Then take his pain into your hands and throw it away. ‘Are you sure about this. I mean that doesn’t sound like something I can do.’ ‘I told you before, we are special. Trust me, I am your wolf, your other half and would never tell you to do something that you can’t do.’ ‘Alright if you say so, I will try.’ Melody drops to her knees placing her hands over his chest. ‘What do I do now?’ ‘Calm down and concentrate. Will the pain, the problem into our hands.’

Vanilla shook her head. "It's not time yet," she said softly. "Wow!" Nick was really amazed by all of Vanilla's answers. "So, are you waiting for the right moment?" Vanilla grinned. "God has arranged it, I'm just going through it." This time Nick's amazement increased a hundredfold, the girl in front of him always made astonishing surprises. He was increasingly convinced that Beck, his best friend, not only had a visual impairment but also a sanity problem. Nick cleared his throat. "So, in other words, you give up?"

“We won’t let you destroy everything we’ve worked for. We won’t let you win this battle, you mindless bastard.” Sebastian’s smile widened, his eyes glittering with malice. “Oh, Jaydon… who said this is about winning? Lose now, our kind will still rise to win again. Win now, and it just makes my work a lot more easier. This is just for my entertainment, and not about victory. I want to test the limits of the one who rumours has it can rival my power. This is about your survival. In the end, you know what they say: Only the strong survive.”

A violin. Gentle. Melancholy. Beautiful. Noah Hart closed his eyes. "I know this piece." Victor whispered, "So do I." Elara looked between them. "What is it?" Victor smiled sadly. "Your parents' favorite." "They danced to it at their wedding." The music continued for almost a minute. Then... A click. A man's voice replaced the melody. Not Damien. Not Lucien. Not the Keeper. A stranger. Calm. Measured. "If this recording is playing..."

Melodie hesitated, then placed Jessica’s fingers along the notes. “Not there. You skipped,” Jessica snapped. “No,” Melodie said softly. “It’s meant to falter there. The original tune... it breathes.” Jessica narrowed her eyes. “Play it.” Melodie blew gently. A fragile, haunting melody filled the air. Jessica listened, face unreadable. “Again,” she ordered. --- Nights bled together. “Faster.” “Start over.” “Wrong pitch.” Melodie’s lips cracked. Fingers shook. Bruises reopened. But she endured.