Missing Melody Novels & Stories

Her heart pounded against her chest as she continued looking around before looking back down at her phone that her shaking handheld. "Hey, Mel?" Genesis's voice called out from beside her window causing her to scream dropping her phone in the process, "Oh my god, Genesis, what are you doing here?" She asked as Genesis opened her door, "I don't trust you guys here on your own," he said as Melody sighed in relief, "Oh, thank god," she mumbled before Genesis looked around.

And just as Orion is putting all of our plates on the tray for us to go down stairs, I hear Melody screaming in the mind link. 'Delaney! Please come help me!!!!' 'What's wrong??' 'There's a wolf growling and scratching at my door. I almost opened it because I thought it was you but it is snapping it's jaws trying to get into the room. I can't hold it off. Please!! Come help me!!!!'

The screen didn't budge, instead, the clock continued ticking, and I hated that we were only seventeen minutes away from the end. Was this really how it was going to end? Just this morning, I had held my wife in my hands and kissed her under the morning sun, telling her that we won. And now we were looking death in the face. "SHIT! Fuckin' fuck." Melody cursed when the keyboard made a weird sound before crashing right before her eyes, emitting smoke from the keys. She spun around and faced me, and I saw it in her eyes when the resignation settled. She was ready!

She wiped away her tears, sat up from the bed, and hurriedly viewed the reply. 'Me too.' Luna froze for a few seconds. It was her! Melody replied, after so many years! No matter how hard they searched for Melody, she went missing without leaving any clues. Gradually, everyone thought she died in the cruise ship explosion. Gradually, Luna was also convinced. But now, Melody was replying to her message. Luna called Melody with trembling hands, but Melody didn’t answer. "Strange. Did Mel's family log into her account?" She murmured.

He was a master Echo-Walker, so he grounded himself in his core song and opened his mind to the echo. What he received wasn't a narrative. It was a feeling. A feeling of profound, aching incompleteness. It was tied to a melody—a few bars of music that were beautiful, hopeful, but also sad and unfinished. The melody yearned for resolution, for a final chord that never came.

For ten years, I stood beside Adrian Shaw while he clawed his way up from nothing to a nine-figure fortune. In all that time, he never once took me anywhere that cost more than twenty dollars a head. On the eve of our tenth anniversary, I sent him a link to the steakhouse I'd been saving for years. His expression darkened. "Just because we have money now doesn't mean we can forget how hard life can get. Thrift is a virtue, Nora. Don't lose it." I thought he had a point, so I nodded and agreed to cancel the reservation. Then, on the day I went to the restaurant to cancel it, I saw Adrian across the dining room, having dinner with a girl. He cut her steak for her, then reached over and ge

I have been working here together with the other servants for roughly two weeks now, I've never seen him come around and honestly now I hoped it was kept that way. "That's his step mother," Miranda, my new werewolf friend nulged my shoulders as she wriggled her brows at me. She was the sweetest I've met in this hole of monsters so far. May it's because she hasn't "wolved out yet" according to her confession. Miranda was not yet a monster so she was a sweet person. Immediately we fixed our concentration back on the floors. There's no way no one here ever thought of mop sticks, I winced internally holding my waist with one hand while I angrily squeezed the unfortunate napkin with my other han

“That hit like a key. That hit like a key.” Jessica blinked at her through tears. “What?” Melody’s eyes went wide and wild. “Something someone said just now,” she whispered. “Wherever Baylee is. It got to him. It reached him. It cracked the lock. I felt it. It almost pulled him out. I felt it.” Jessica’s breath hitched. “So say it again,” she whispered desperately. “What was it? What word?” Melody’s face crumpled. “I don’t know,” she croaked. “I didn’t hear it. I just felt the break. Oh gods, Jess, I’m sorry. I didn’t hear it.”

It was always her birthday. The officer had already unlocked it. He opened the Notes app. There was only one entry, dated the day she went missing. He played the audio recording from the app. The recording began with loud wind noise, like she was outdoors. Then Lena’s voice, urgent and low, like she was recording in secret. “Zoe… if you’re hearing this… I’m in Silverridge right now. I found something really bad.” My hand clenched into a fist. “Tristan Shaw is gambling.

I stared blankly at the chat history on the tablet. A tingling numbness crept over my scalp, and I couldn't help but tremble all over as I read the lines over and over again. I still couldn't believe it was real. Yelena: "Fabe, I can't wait any longer. I want to be with you out in the open. I don't want to keep sneaking around like this." Fabian: "Darling, just give me a little more time. As long as she takes the medicine for a few months, she'll start to lose her memories from the past seven years. I'll coax her into divorcing me then."