Melody Anne Books Novels & Stories

Following the sound, I knew that she was in the library. My pace quickened, and once I reached the library, I leaned against the door, watching her, she hadn't noticed my presence as she flipped through an old book. "You're enjoying the book?" I asked, my voice low. Melanie looked up, startled. "Yeah, it's...interesting...more interesting than my life at the moment." I walked in, my eyes scanning the room. "I haven't come here in years, found anything enlightening?" She shrugged, her eyes flickering. "Just getting familiar with the classics." She said.

I smiled softly at them, stopping at the edge of the bed. The girls stopped jumping and ran to me. “Yes, baby?” I asked, brushing their hair with my fingers, starting with Leyanne, then Selene. “Mommy, Aunt Anya is reading us a book about Big Bang Theory,” Lyra Helene said, wrapping her arms around my neck. I turned my head to Anya with my eyebrows raised. She chuckled. “What? It’s Lyra Helene’s night.” She winked at my daughter. “She chose the book.”

One notable thing about her is that she is usually thoughtful. I slipped into the nightgown and walked to the drawer. I opened the second drawer and looked at the books inside including a few novels. I picked up one of the novels. It was a romance novel which is my favorite genre. I sauntered to the bed and lay on it. I opened the book and started reading. As I read, from time to time, I stole glances at Melody. She was engrossed in her knitting. I read a few pages of the novel before I drifted off to sleep.

Thankfully, his time ran up and she saw herself hoping that the rest wouldn't be like that. Actually, she found herself wishing all morning classes will come to an end, she can't wait to see her brother again. "Hey Anna" someone called as she was walking to the cafeteria. She turned to see Melody A.k.A #1 hottest beauty, or so she call her self, Anna didn't have a problem with her except for the fact that she is totally into her brother and she doesn't like that. "Hey Mel" she greeted with no much enthusiasm. "Hey, I'm sorry to stop you but you see, Megan is throwing a party."

My teeth chattered, but my thoughts burned. Mom was already rushing toward me. Her arms opened, trembling. “Anne, it’s okay. Come here.” I didn’t move. “Anne,” she said again, stepping closer, her voice fragile. She reached out and grabbed my wrist gently, like touching a soap bubble that might burst. Her touch hurt. It was too soft, too familiar, too safe. “No!” I tore my arm away and stumbled backward. Then I ran. The storm raged all around, but I pushed through it, sprinting toward where I knew Master and Dale had gone. I didn’t get far.

Getting close to your target is always the difficult part. “Are you looking for someone?” A voice shook her out of her reverie. Her eyes smoothly glide to her right, where she finds a chic blonde looking at her. Anna scans the woman—short, petite, youthful face—and finds the pile of books on her arms. Almost all are about laws. An obvious law student. Someone that belongs here. Yet, her voice was cheerful and innocent, her stare pure and kind. “Yes, actually. Do you know Yezekael Ferrer?” She straightforwardly asks, catching the woman off-guard. Anna doesn’t miss the tinge of pink creeping up the girl’s cheeks from her neck.

I’ve lived my life, protecting myself from the world, from disappointment, betrayal and lies, but with her, I began to bring down those walls until I didn’t even know when my feelings developed into so much more without even seeing a glimpse of her. I skim over her collection, Motorcycle Club, Mafia... Disney Villain tales… and then there are the classics that she accidentally slipped out that she reads before denying she read them. I crouch down. They may be at the bottom, but the books have been read and I can’t help but smile. Jane Eyre, Anne of Green Gables, Pride and Prejudice, The Thirteenth Tale… Smiling, I take out the first book in the Anne of Green Gables collection, remembering ho

She's with Vera and Macy, I told her to head to the old dungeons," Nolan told Anabelle, she smiled and felt relieved that Macy was doing what she had been told and that Vera was also safe. "That's good, now come on─" Anabelle paused when she heard a shuffling sound, she looked up at Nolan before following the sound. She was in front of Melanie's room once again and the sound of humming and shuffling was louder. Anabelle looked at Nolan and knocked on the door. The door opened and Melanie looked at Anabelle with an irritated look. "I have no time for story time, Luna." She said in a bitter tone and was about to close the door but Anabelle stopped her, holding back the door with her hand.

I still needed to clean the floor and the rest of the tables, but she offered to wait for me, armed with one of her erotic fantasy books of the moment and a cup of coffee. The cover of the book positioned next to her hand, which was made in gold tones and with a mask drawn in dark calligraphy, shone for a moment from the corner of my eyes, and I looked quickly, almost deceiving myself into thinking that Zylah would be shining in that same tone of gold. Sometimes my eyes deceived me when I looked quickly at Anne, seeing her brown hair shining with the golden tone like a second skin, just so that I blinked and the mirage disappeared. "To begin with..." I began to say, wetting the mop and putti

“Why, what do you want?” Melody found her tone unfriendly, was she also turning on her? No that wasn’t possible, anyone but Anne would turn her back on her at this crucial time. “I… think Ralph wants to ruin me. It’s terrible.” She whispered trying to sound as miserable as possible. Yet Anne sounded as nonchalant as ever. “Well, you can’t step on the tail of a snake and not expect it to bite you.” She casually remarked which brought Melody to her senses, Anne was not on her side.