Melody Strikes Back Novel Novels & Stories

(“Copy. Rotate at the half-hour. No one goes past the ash marker without my say so. If you scent Ironclaw before I scent Ironclaw, don’t engage. You howl. Understood.” The house felt small. Full. Ready. Melody set the tip of her strange little knife — not silver, not steel, something bone-white and faintly humming — against Melissa’s wrist, right over one of the darkened thread marks the toxin had left. “Okay,” she breathed. “Here we go.” She cut. It wasn’t like cutting skin. There was no open slice, no blood running down. The knife didn’t bite surface flesh the way a human blade would. It bit inward.

“Don't leave me, Melissa. I can't, please.” “Get out of the way, Adam.” I heard Byron's loud voice. He shoved me out of the way and held her in his hands. I hated the fact that my mate was in the arms of another. “Let her go! Where were you?” “Hold him down.” Byron said to no one in particular and I felt several hands on me. I tried to fight it off but I was weak already. Byron placed his hand on Melissa's chest. She has visible black lines beneath her skin.

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.

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

Sienna's tone was full of remorse, one which Damien hadn't heard in so long. "Are you kidding me? I loved every second of it," Melissa beamed, a proud and sinister smile creeping to her face. "You should have seen the look on Gisela's face when I walked in wearing the same dress as hers and with the bag she gifted you. And at the reception, she looked like she was seconds away from ripping your head off! That was freaking amazing," Melissa yapped. Sienna stared at her in bewilderment, wondering where the sudden burst of happiness had emerged from. She turned to Damien who shrugged and smiled. Back at the fortress, Sienna bid farewell to Melissa with yet another word of thanks. As soon as she

If I hadn't pester my parents for support, James wouldn't have had the startup capital for his second business. Now that Sophia's husband was dead, she remembered James, a successful man from her past. I thought James had more sense, but when Sophia mentioned nude cycling, he jumped at the chance. I stepped up to James and raised my hand, ready to slap him. But he caught my hand mid-swing and raised his other hand to strike me. My cheek instantly swelled, and I spat out a mouthful of blood. As he prepared to hit me again, I pulled out my phone to call the police.

"Oh, my Sal, my dear Sal. Only you can bring me such pleasure. Mel is so fragile that I'm scared she'd break at any moment if I handled her too roughly. "But you're different. You fulfill all my desires." Every word felt like a knife stabbing into my heart. I clutched my chest. Unable to hold back anymore, I retched and collapsed onto the ground in utter despair. Why? Why did this have to happen to me? Why did they have to do this to me? The unbearable pain made me wish I could die at that moment. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't cry out loud. I gasped, finding it impossible to breathe.

Flames burst out of Bloodthirst's body and burned away all the sound waves. He appeared in front of Melody with a massive whip. The whip struck the chair, sending it flying off in the distance. He was already on top of her with an even more powerful attack. Instead of a whip, it was a sea of flames coming out of his sleeves and creating a flaming whirlpool with Melody in the middle.

Melissa laughing soft, unguarded. His jaw tightened. “So that’s how it is,” he muttered. He had fought in shadows. Taken blows meant for her. Destroyed enemies she never knew existed. And still she looked at another man like that. Tyrone closed the laptop slowly. “If she wants to walk back into the fire,” he said coldly, “then this time, I won’t pull her out.” Back in her bedroom, Melissa lay awake again. She had sworn revenge came first. She had sworn love was a weakness.