Novel & Cerita Melody Of The Deadwood

Melody’s POV I woke up to the oh so lovely sound of my beeping alarm clock. It sounds like a dying whale, specifically a dying whale that is dying a very slow and painful death. “Ugh.” I grit out as I roll over, covering my face with one of my pillows, hoping to block out the sound for a little longer.

They didn't carry sticks; they carried Bows of Solid Sound. The Song of the Lost The Virtuosos didn't attack with the brutality of the Iron-Sovereigns. They attacked with Melancholy. As the "Melody-Puck" was released, it began to play a theme that pulled at the Feral Six’s most buried griefs. It played the sound of Oakhaven’s final sunset. It played the mechanical clicking of the Stacks' elevators. It played the silence of the friends they had lost along the way.

VICTORIA POV "She had no choice but to sacrifice herself" I said "That’s the end, there isn’t anything written on the next page," I said as I closed the book "Are you sure?" Lyon asked " Yes, I can’t believe this, almost everything that happened to her happened to me, the well, the insect, almost everything, and her mom got missing just the way Mick got missing. But I don’t understand who Melody is.” "She’s no worse than a devil, Melody is the cause behind everything.”

Melody stood up slowly with the knife held firmly in her hand and walked to the door. She dropped the knife and picked the big stone that she carried with her from the backyard when she went to get her money. After opening the door, she stood to one side and watched as her father stumbled inside her room. " Melody, come to daddy.” She lifted the stone high and brought it down on the back of her father's head, Melody watched as he fell to the ground and rushed to check his pulse. Yes, he was still breathing. It will be so bad if he dies without suffering.

"You scared Vivian! What has gotten into you overnight? Did Jocelyn put some kind of spell on you? I'll go teach her a lesson right now!" Joel's voice turned ice-cold. "I'm afraid you won't get the chance. Jocelyn is dead. She died yesterday—on the operating table, during the kidney donation surgery." "What did you say?!" The bowl of porridge slipped from my mother's hands and shattered on the floor. My father staggered back in shock, nearly collapsing. But Joel gave them no time to recover. He pointed directly at my father and Vivian. "One of Jocelyn's kidneys is in your body. The other is in his. You two are the ones who killed her."

--- Upstairs, Alexander sat alone, the straw whistle in one hand, a war ledger in the other. He couldn’t focus. That tune… Where had he heard it first? And why did it feel like home? --- Down below, Melodie stared at the moon through barred stone. “She’s going to use my voice to lie,” she whispered. “But I won’t let her steal my story.” Her fingers tightened around the flute. “If sound won’t wake you, maybe words will.” ---

Her hair was in a complete mess, and she looked every bit murderous. She finally stopped in exhaustion. Henry was covered in blood, and he had stopped breathing. Catching her breath, she slowly stood up and left the room without looking at Henry once. She returned to her room and picked up my urn, rubbing her cheeks against it. "Jason, I've avenged you. Are you happy?" She received no response. She seemed to have lost her mind. She turned to the urn with reddened eyes and said, "I know, you must still be mad at me. You hate me, right? I'll come and be with you right away. We'll spend eternity together. I love only you!"

"You don't deserve to be my Papa. And you certainly don't deserve to be the Don of the Costa family." The gunshot cracked. Edmondo fell back on the couch. His eyes were wide. He couldn't believe his own son had just killed him. Vincenzo stared at Edmondo's bloodied body expressionlessly. He had killed everyone who had wronged Ella, but the ache in his chest didn't ease an inch.

But Melody… was a snake hiding inside a corpse. Lyra hung up immediately. Then a voice message reached. Lyra clicked it. Melody's voice was soft, weak, almost fragile. "Mrs. Blackwood… it hurts me that you've come to dislike me so much lately." She paused. Then a small, amused laugh sounded—light, but chilling. "Oh, right. I found out a little secret of yours. Melrose Manor… interesting. I never would've guessed. You're quite… energetic." Another soft laugh.