Forbidden Old Melody Novels & Stories

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

That is the feeling this bracelet gave me. “I’ll take this,” I said as I handed some money to the one selling the bracelet. The old woman, who was selling the bracelet, smiled at me. “It comes with this necklace. It is meant to be given to your other half.” She pointed to the necklace. It has bigger chains compared to the bracelet I bought, and it also has a half moon as its pendant. It has no gems, making it more suitable for a man. I don’t have anyone to give it to, though.

“It’s not your fault to have that promise, isn’t it your parents who promised you that? “ Tracey said. “Do you guys even know why it’s called a Forbidden promise?” Albert asked. “It’s forbidden for the parents to promise their child those kinds of promises.” Amana answered but Albert shook his head and chuckled. “It’s called forbidden because you can’t have it if it’s not running through your blood. It’s not the same as the ordinary promises, there are rules in giving your child a promise. You promise them a power but you also have to promise them a weakness but on forbidden promises you can only inherit what your parents have and the weaknesses are not planned. Forbidden promise users are e

*** HANNAH FELICIANO “I Promise.” He mentioned it for how many times. After the settled argument which made Lolo Claro swear in front of us, Nanny Rose went to the market to sell rice cakes. Nanny was still strong, and selling rice cakes was our bread and butter apart from Lolo Claro’s part-time in the construction site as a foreman. My nanny was really dedicated to her life as a rice cake vendor, she even inherited that recipe and even the skill from her late mother and it something that I was really proud of. Her recipe was not just made with the original ingredients but with her pure and genuine love. She usually hummed every time she cooks, and she dances in front of it like she was doi

°°°°°°°°°°°°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.

Closing her eyes, she let the sensation wash over her, embracing it with an open heart. At that moment, a vision flashed before her mind's eye—a haunting melody carried on the wind. It was a song of ancient echoes, a forgotten verse yearning to be heard once more. Chloe's heart quickened as she realized that the unfinished symphony within her was not a void but a forgotten part of herself waiting to be rediscovered. With newfound determination, Chloe sought out Olivia's guidance once more. She described the vision and the melody that had filled her soul. Olivia's eyes gleamed with recognition as she listened intently.

Every time I closed my eyes I felt his hands again. When I got out I wrapped a towel around my body and another around my hair. From the closet I grabbed my headset, plugged it into my phone, and put on “Never Be the Same” by Camila Cabello. The first verse slid into my ears and I stepped inside the walk-in closet, the door half-open behind me, clothes hanging on both sides, the soft carpet under my bare feet. I started singing under my breath, soft at first, dancing a little between the racks.

Music was the only bridge left to his fading mind. Scarlett immediately began weaving a web of flattery. “Is that the Great Elder? His melody is divine. I have heard the bards of the Southern Wastes play, but Harrison’s spirit far surpasses theirs.” Ewing’s eyes narrowed, his voice like frost. “That hymn was composed by my grandfather for his lost mate—the only female he truly cherished. It is a secret of our bloodline. It is... curious that you claim to have heard it elsewhere, Miss Vale.”

Archfiend Antigonus had a proud expression on his face as he sneered at Lute Belle, "I already said that you would not be able to escape me today. You should give up." Lute Belle bit her lips and did not respond. She knew that if she continued to fight, she would be putting herself at more disadvantage as time went past. She no longer wanted to prolong the fight. She held the lute tightly with her delicate hands and activated her fairy soul to emit a few melodies. Lute Belle had created those melodies recently; they were called the Mortal Melodies. They contained power beyond one's imagination and could be regarded as her trump card. She had not wanted to reveal her trump card so soon, but s

he replies, snapping me out of my thirsty thoughts. ​"‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World’," I fill in, watching for a look of recognition that never comes. "By Tears for Fears," I add, but the words slide right off him as he scrapes the colorful arrangement of bell peppers, mushrooms, onions, and carrots into the awaiting pan. ​"The name is nice, but I've never heard of it," he admits, those blue orbs glancing my way before focusing back on the cooking. ​"Then what on earth do you listen to?" I ask, genuinely intrigued by what kind of music could make someone miss out on a classic like this.