Forbidden Old Melody Novels & Stories

"Then you’ll have to listen to the Part You Can't Edit!" ​She didn't play a melody. She played the "Discord of the Deleted." She reached into the "Future-Memory" of the Elder Nora and pulled out the sounds of the "Failed Drafts"—the screams of the versions of her father that the Author had discarded. ​The amber-silver resonance hit the Ink-Cage like a hammer. The black letters splintered, falling to the deck as heavy, dark shrapnel. ​"The 'Third Twin' isn't yours, Ink-Man!" Nora roared. "He’s a Davis! And a Davis always chooses the Mess!"

"The music program was a Blood Moon tradition, Chika. I didn’t think you’d mind if I used that little melody you were humming in the shower. I just needed a hit to get the Okafor Moon Clan to notice me," Bianca smirked, her eyes gleaming with that predatory greed our family cultivated. "It wasn't plagiarism; it was a Whitmore contribution." I stared at my sister across the marble breakfast table, my hands trembling. That 'melody' was a complex arrangement I’d spent months scoring, a piece meant to prove I was more than just a political pawn. She’d turned it into a trashy club anthem for the Mafia elite.

Damien Where did you go last night." Lauren shouted. Damien rolled his eyes. "That's none of your business." He hissed. "Oh come one Damien, we had a special night last night. Don't start a fight. Where did you go?" She asked sternly. "Special? You're nothing but a low life whore who is just using me for money. And what we did was not 'special' I just did it cause I'm a guy and what guy would say no to sex? So as far as I'm concerned you were just a fuck. So if you really want to be a queen why don't you marry my father. He could really use a good fuck." Lauren's heart dropped. "W-what?" She asked shockingly. Damien smirked. "Now please get out of my room." He said calmly. Lauren's eyes wate

I thrashed about, wailed and pleaded, trying to free my hands from his iron grip but it was a futile attempt. Instead his grip became more tighter, it felt like he could pierce through my skin. His grip was searing hot. "Marco please"I pleaded, my voice hoarse and resounding within the walls of the mansion. He kept on dragging me to God knows where, my skin getting black-and-blue marks. Suddenly I heard an elderly shrill pierce through, drowning my own pleas.Grey hairs tied to a bun came rushing towards us.

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.

He was shouting and yelling that he was uncomfortable and Melody must be sent up to him at once so she could relieve him and she knew what that incurred. The disgusting old fool would have kicked off his bedding so he was naked from the waist down and it was all on show and she would be expected to bend over him and cover him up then plump up his pillows. His hands would be all over her body and she was not allowed to make a sound, any protest meant more humiliation. She shuddered at the thought of the numerous spankings she had endured for his pleasure, not once had she stopped him, he made it clear he would use the younger girls if she did not do as he asked.

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..."

“For earlier…for the slap…For… all of it…It won’t happen again.” I looked up at her. “Are you still in love with him? Tell me the truth.” She hesitated and then sat on the armchair across from me. “I wouldn’t call it love…Not anymore. It’s… something else..a pull…a forbidden soulmate thing I can’t explain and can’t kill but I chose James…. I choose him every day.” I nodded slowly. “That’s my problem too Celine… I don’t want to marry Rachel…I did at some point but now I don't even know…maybe I thought I could have both…Fix it later…but now?” I laughed without humor.

The one I used to sing to Isabella when she was small enough to fall asleep against my shoulder. When she still reached for me. When I still mattered. But halfway through… I forgot the words. Forgot the melody. My memory dissolved into fog. I pressed trembling fingers against my temple. Nothing came back. Nothing. “I’m still her mother,” I whispered again. The room stayed silent. No voice answering me. No reassurance. No anger. Nothing. Just emptiness. Heavy. Endless. And for the first time, I understood something terrifying. Their story had moved on.

It sounded out of concern. I smiled. Whatever Harper's plan was, it had backfired. A house free of Harper, a house of happiness. Maybe I would make an oath to eat no more strawberries too, they just saved me a headache.