Melody Anne Novels & Stories

Her silver eyes glowed with rage. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!!" She yelled. I smiled. "Hello, Melody." Her eyes widened, then narrowed at me. "Why do you know my name?" "Who? Me? Oh, well, I'm the person that sent this gorgeous lady after you. I also sent Owen to you as well, but that was the wrong bait for your "fish", if you catch my drift." I said, chuckling. "What the hell do you want?" Melody asked. I took a step closer.

However, Damon had no intention of pursuing the matter, so as a mere secretary, Spencer had no place to comment. Nyla glanced at the young woman standing next to Spencer. She had a baby face, shoulder-length hair, and eyes that smiled like crescent moons, giving her a very cute appearance. "Ms. Jayston, my name is Melody Sorley. I just graduated from university. It's nice to meet you," Melody introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Nyla Jayston," Nyla replied simply.

Melody said, nodding towards my outfit. "Smart girl," I said. No one said a word for a few minutes waiting for my instructions. Honestly, though, I have no idea what to do next. She's an intelligent girl. Graduated high school early and came out with an associate's degree. She's even in great shape. She ran like six miles without stopping. "What do your parents do Melody?" I asked.

The cold look in her eyes faded away like a tide, and the depths of her eyes were filled with hope. Adeena smiled. “Your name has a pleasant ring to it. Melody. What a great name.” “You, you don’t remember this name?” Melody’s eyes grew wider. “It’s me, Melody Daugherty, Mel! Mommy, I’m your beloved daughter. Why don’t you remember me?! I finally found you, Mommy…”

Melody Melody stayed in the kitchen while she changed her mind about the coffee and poured water to make herself a chamomile tea, it was either that or just drink the hot water. The kitchen was practically empty, in the cupboard there were only a few boxes of colored cereal, which she loathed, and some canned peach juice, one of the many things that made her vomit. Lucy had again forgotten to go to the grocery store a few blocks from the apartment. Her friend could be as good as she wanted, but when it came to organization and shopping, she was awful. It wasn’t the first time she’d been to Lucy’s, only this time she’d definitely lived there, even though things weren’t exactly going well, sh

I didn't mind if people stared because I was jogging at noon. Then I received a call from Melody. "Hey…" I was saying but was interrupted by a robotic voice instead of Melody's. "Hello, I am Melody's AI. Melody has collapsed and needs to go to the hospital. I suspect she is experiencing cardiac arrest. Cardiac Arrest??? Melody?

Drey Laxamana’s P.O.V. Melody is a ten-year-old kid who has gotten so close to me. She was only a six-year-old stray kid when her path led her to the orphanage. She had no parents, no food, and no shelter. But now, she is a consistent honor student and is already in Grade 4. It was another proof that your past could never define your future. “I just missed you,” she answered. I wasn’t seeing her right now, but I knew that Melody was pouting her lips.

Thank you, Evan," said the girl. Her name was Melody Campbell, a junior at the same school as Evan and a neighbor of Wendell Franco. "You are welcome," Evan plainly replied before walking away with his friends. That day, Melody wore the latest fashion trend. She had her hair done at the salon. They were silky smooth and smelled of lavender. Like always, when she created opportunities for Evan to aid her, he helped, but she got nothing more than what was required. "Um. Evan. Evan?" She called and chased after the group of friends. "There is a small gathering at my house tonight. Just a few girlfriends of mine and maybe." She smiled brightly and suggested, "Maybe, your friends? There is free b

I stepped and trampled on it after tearing it apart. Just then, my phone rang. I thought it was Kendall but when I looked at my phone, it was from an unknown number. I Didn't pick up the call so I just declined. The call connected again and I accepted it in annoyance. I didn't say anything and the person on the other end of the call was also silent. "H..H...hello?" The voice said. "Yes, who is this?" I asked "I don't have much time. I don't want the call to be traced. But this is Melody right?" The person asked and the voice sound familiar.

My heart racing, I walked into the room with my notepad pop in my hand as if it were a token of pride. When I gave my name, the receptionist's smile faltered. I tried to stay even-toned and detached as I declared, " I am here to meet Damian Knight." "It's of utmost importance." She cocked her head to the left, her eyes drilling into mine with icy hardness that filtered into my pores, making me feel dirty, small and insignificant . "And you are?" “Cole, Adrian Cole. Please tell him I'm here. Please." It was as if my name reminded her of someone she hated, cause a look of disgust and hate flashed across her face, at once she looked down, mumbling, "One moment."