Melody Strikes Back Novel Novels & Stories

“Move. Clinic. Now.” We don’t walk like people with time. We move like we’re still being hunted. Melody meets us in the clinic corridor as if she sensed the exact second Adrian crossed into her territory. Her eyes take in the silver cuffs, the blood, the torn fabric, Nate’s sling, my dust coated cloak and her face goes white hot with rage. “You were taken again,” she says, voice deadly calm. Adrian’s jaw flexes. “Briefly.” Melody makes a sound that is not a laugh and not a sob, something between a curse and a vow.

’ He replayed it over and over, each time it sounded just as devastating as the first. Melody wasn’t like that, she never had been. There was something different about her, she wasn't like other girls. She wasn't one to draw attention to herself, she listened to everyone and considered everyone to be equal. She didn’t cling to labels or status. She didn’t ask for things. Hell, half the time he had to convince her to accept what he offered. That wasn’t a woman driven by money. That wasn’t a woman who loved convenience. She was lying and she was doing it just to get back at him, to punish him for his mistakes yesterday. If the roles were reversed, he would’ve done the same.

Melissa looks at us and sighs. "This is not going to work!" She says. "Everybody, get back." We look at her and then follow as she says. Melly closes her eyes and looks at the sky. The beasts charge towards her. "MELLYYY!" I scream. Melissa screams hard and just as the beasts surround her, a big lightning bold fires from the sky killing all them. Their bodies fall to the ground and Melly stands there gasping. She looks at us and smiles. We all run to her and hug.

Melody immediately retorted, “The f*ck are you talking about? Did you see me having an affair with Philip? Why is your mind so dirty? It’s exactly like you, a fleabag!” Juan was getting upset now. He was repeatedly humiliated by a young girl like her. Even a rabbit would bite when provoked. “What did you say? I dare you to repeat that!” Juan glared at Melody and growled. “What? Do you want to hit me? Come on, hit me. I want to see how a stinking old man like you dares to hit a young lady like me in public!” Melody was not afraid of trouble. She even puffed up her chest and stepped in front of Juan.

How could she have fallen for someone so dreadful? Gabriel moved closer to her, speaking softly so only they could hear. "I know you're recording our conversation, Melody, so don't think you'll get anything out of me." Melody's eyes widened in shock. It was him after all! "W-Why are you doing this?!" she exclaimed. Her voice rose in anger as she looked at Gabriel, raising her hand to slap him. The sharp sound of the slap reverberated through the cafe, instantly drawing the attention of everyone present.

Another day of being Mama to Rhysand, best friend to Dante, employee to Rhys, and Whisper119 to whoever was pulling her strings through blackmail and threats. Another day of surviving in a world that wanted to destroy everything she'd built to protect the people she loved. Just another day. She could handle it. She'd handled worse. And somewhere out there, the blackmailer was preparing to send her the information she'd been promised—the first piece of the puzzle about who had attacked her five years ago. The first step toward understanding what had happened that night in Blackwater's Cell Block D. The first move toward finding her stolen son. That knowledge alone would make all of this—the l

I smiled at the memory of taking her in that same place, muffling her moans with kisses while the cold breeze caressed our skins. It was then I heard screams, from females, it sounded like they were struggling, I followed it and then I saw them- Two maids. Melissa was beneath them and I rushed down but before I got there, I pushed one of the maids off and she fell hard on her butt, the horror on her face was nothing compared to the anger I was feeling. “Sir...she just...” one tried to speak but ended up stuttering. “Shut up!” I was kneeling beside Melissa, her eyes were shut, and beads of sweat had formed on her forehead. She was breathing, she was alive but unconscious.

Then steps in the back to get some needed rest. Melody opens her eyes and stretches. At first, she feels confused, then everything comes flying back to her. Seeing the blanket on her she smiles. ‘I think I picked out the right one to travel with.’ She glanced over to see he wasn’t there. Out of the back of the cab came this god awful noise. Turning to find out it was Charley, and he was snoring. She giggled quietly so she didn’t wake him.

“Melody! Enough! Don’t you dare lay a finger on her!” But she didn’t even glance at him. Instead, she walked toward me. Slowly. Like a predator savoring every heartbeat of fear it caused. And my baby whimpered again—a tiny, fragile cry that felt like a knife twisting inside me. Melody stopped inches from my knees. Her grin widened. “You want her?” she asked sweetly, almost gently. Tears blurred everything. “Yes, please, I’m begging you. Don’t hurt her. Don’t take her anywhere. Don’t... just give her back. Take me. Take me instead. Do whatever you want to me, but just don’t touch her.”

"Why? Why would you do this? Haven't I treated you well?" Suddenly, he snapped. He drew his gun and pressed it against Lorita's forehead. "Why would you do this to me? Why?" Magno lunged at Domenico, trying to push him away, and bit his wrist. "Let go of Mamma! You can't hurt her!" Domenico kicked him aside. Magno fell to the ground, just like Valentina had that day.