Missing Melody Novels & Stories

"Do not attempt to decipher the message. Simply use the Weave's core frequency to amplify the echo let the Alliance hear the uncertainty Mela has chosen to send." The entire Nexus held its breath. The faint, wavering sound a single, repeating, dissonant chord began to filter through the control center. It was a sound that had no place in the Enduring Harmony; it was the raw, uncalculated sound of the Unsecured Sector, yet it was deliberately patterned with Mela’s discipline.

“Perfect. Uhm… I noticed you had a visitor. Is everything okay?” “It’s fine. Just a personal matter I need to deal with. Nothing that will change anything.” Melody set up her letter to appear in Malcolm’s email Tuesday morning. She didn’t want anything getting in the way of the weekend to remember. She had a hard enough time not feeling guilty over having a few nights of pleasure after her mother died. But they took her ability away to be there for her. What more could she do for her mother? Deny herself the last independent thing she’d do in her life? That she wouldn’t give the elders. This was still her time.

Her brown eyes fluttered shut as the spray of water hit her face; she relished the feeling as her hands mechanically spread the scented soap over her stomach. After drying herself from the long shower and finishing her nightly necessities, Melody checked the time on her phone. It was nine o'clock. She continued to gaze at the numbers, a grim frown began to form. Mino was still not back yet. Several, horrid circumstances came to mind the more Melody thought about it She immediately stood up from her bed and clicked his contact. She skimmed through messages, e-mails and missed calls but there was absolutely nothing. It was unusual for Mino; he would always check in. He was mindful of Melody's

She was frozen on the spot upon hearing that her man is getting married already. Their relationship has not started yet and it's destiny is doomed. She inhaled very slowly to clear the pain that she felt in her heart. Why she is affected so much she does not understand.She did not even have a conversation with the man,and yet her she is, getting affected by him getting married!

This is embarrassing. "Zara, we missed you so much. You don't know how horrible it felt to see you lying unconscious on that hospital bed. Every day, every single day I prayed that you'd wake up. I missed you so much and now you're back- I-I want you to be happy and live a worry free life." His voice was beginning to crack. I can tell, he is about to crack with emotions. This is serious; the Emelie I know never breaks down even as a child.

“That sounds good. By any chance, do you have a girlfriend. I don’t want to start off with a girl hating me.” “Where did the word Nerd go to in our conversation?” They both chuckle as Melody heads off to the piano. This time she plays one of her mother’s favorite songs. It is called ‘Lean on Me’. She starts to sing as she plays, she loves this song so much. ‘Sometimes in our lives, We all have pain, we all have sorrow, But if we are wise We know that there is always tomorrow. Lean on me when you’re not strong, And I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on.

Which is fine by me. With my AirPods snugly in place, I surrender to the enchanting melody flowing through them. Lost in the human’s amazing music –Meltdown by Niall Horan– I find solace, my worries fading into the background as each note washes over me. He is such an underrated singer.

her voice hit my bones like fire. The defeat that laced her tongue made me sad for her—for them—for me, because what if Maverick couldn’t find us. “At least he knows who took her,” Melody countered. “No one else did.” The red head shook her head and turned to face the opposite direction. I sat up straight when footsteps started from down the hallway and stopped in front of the closed door. Melody backed into the corner, her bottom lip trembled, and I swallowed all my emotions, to tuck them away.

She fumbled with it, her heart racing as she stared at the screen. There was a new message, a single line of text that sent a shiver down her spine. “Tick tock, Sophia. Time’s running out.” And with that, the phone went dead. The ominous message hung in the air, a terrifying reminder that Sebastian was still out there, watching their every move, waiting for the perfect moment to strike again.

Turns out it is more than we thought. My fists are trembling, my brain on a heated kind of fire that turns my thoughts to an angry mush. What kind of game is Ciara playing? What could she really be getting at? All my calls and texts to her were left unreturned and I . . . don’t know what to do from here. Melody walks up to me, her expression grim and her eyes wide. “She’s not here either,” she covers her face with both her palms, “Oh what are we going to do, now?” she asks me.