Melody Strikes Back Novel Novels & Stories

Maximus screamed, but before he could do anything to Melody, Miranda jumped in. I was busy making sure that I don't get caught eavesdropping, I didn't know when she got in until she slapped Melody. "Do not ridicule my fiance," Miranda screeched. Melody didn't hesitate to retaliate. She moved at the speed of light. "I'd let you get away with hurting me before, but never again," she snorted. Miranda tried to fight back, but Melody gave no room for that. She dealt Miranda several slaps that I lost count.

Before I could figure out what he was up to, he raised his hand and slammed it down on the right side of my neck. I suddenly couldn't see anything and lost consciousness. I must have forgotten to curse this man. Damn it. When I woke up, I found myself lying on a big, soft bed. The soft silk sheets smell like lavender. A delicate chandelier above my head gave off a faint yellow glow. I looked around, and everything in the room seemed so strange. I hope this time I am not dead again after the rebirth! I saw the silver-haired man sitting on the sofa. His face told me that this time I had just fainted.

Her cries pierced the silence, but I was beyond listening. “Let me make one thing very clear, Melody,” I growled, my voice cold and unforgiving. “You are mine.” I struck her exposed backside with a forceful blow, driven by a desire to inflict pain. She cried out louder, her apology barely audible over her sobs.

Mireille’s eyes were bloodshot, veins bursting vividly. Suddenly, she lunged at Raina. Her delicate, seemingly boneless hands were now convulsing, her knuckles whitening as she snapped lightning-fast at Raina’s neck. But before her fingers could touch Raina, a hand intercepted her. Mireille jerked her head up abruptly, her face flashing with shock. She hissed, “You…” Crack— The sharp sound of bone breaking rang out suddenly.

Above me, Melody descended with the slow grace of someone savoring a victory, her eyes cold and triumphant. “I told you,” she hissed, her voice dripping venom. “Don't think you're something just because you're pregnant. Take this as a warning. Pack your things. I'm back now, and you're done.” “Pl-please, help me,” I gasped for air, darkness closing in. Just when I thought she'd finally walk away, she pivoted sharply, drew back her leg, and drove the heel of her shoe straight into my stomach. Pain shot through me and for a moment, the darkness disappeared and I saw shiny stars.

There was a putrid after note, something she would pick up on from someone who was sick. “Ellie, run. He’s sick and you aren’t vaccinated. Run!” Melody heard Ellie’s gasped response and then her heels running on the marble floor. “Ellie, get back here. You’re a bitch, you know that, don’t you? I’m not sick. I’m perfectly fine.” Of course, he thought he was. This thing lingered in waves. Each wave was worse than the last. Melody did not know how she didn’t get another wave of it. But she didn’t have time to ponder that. She had to duck his flailing arm as he tried to strike her.

Melody unleashed the storm that was inside of her. It happened so quickly. She dropped low into a squat inching her way forward, and as the kidnapper entered her cell to try and see where she was, Melody started her attack. One leg swung out from her crouched position as she moved to be just ahead of the open door, sweeping her leg in a powerful stroke, taking out the tall thin man's legs and knocking him down off his feet.

It was me remembering what it felt like to be wanted, to be alive. When morning came, the bed beside me was empty. The pillow still held the faint scent of his cologne, but he was gone. No note. No goodbye. And strangely, that was fine. For the first time in a long while, I didn’t cry. I just sat there, the sheet pulled loosely around me, staring out the window as the sunlight crept across the room. My body felt both heavy and weightless. Lester had cheated. Now I have too. Was that revenge? Maybe. Or maybe it was freedom the first taste of it, sharp and bitter and addictive.

Five years in exile gutted my wolf. Then he dragged me back with fake apologies and a second-chance smile. Didn't even last a day. Emily poisoned me. My pup—finally in my arms—died saving me. The Moon Goddess hit rewind. This time? Nobody touches me or my pup. *** I barely made it back to the manor, potion in my bag, when I ran smack into James and Emily heading out. Hand went straight to the vial. Locked eyes with James. Didn't say a word.

But Avery would never have sold her own blood to save up money for the drug, even if I'd revealed the truth to Timothy. I found the way I'd given so much of myself in my previous life to be hilarious. Fortunately, the heavens had given me another chance to start over. As for that stranger who had helped Timothy, it was me that the stranger had helped, not Timothy. I happened to meet Dante Hughes while walking out on the streets that day. Dante was the "stranger" who had helped me in my previous life. Timothy wouldn't have become the wealthiest man in Greenwood Vale if not for him.