Mom Pov Melody Novels & Stories

Melody Melody was my only closed friend of mine She knows about the abusive mother of mine, she has always been there for me whenever am in need Her parents were rich, that makes her a princess, She was born with a silver-spoon, but she does not have a good close relationship with her father ever since the death of her mother, she hated him for marrying a whore as a wife and a step-mother to her His new wife isn't the easiest to get along with either, she disliked her guts and always complain about her I have no where to go except her place, she lives alone ever since her dad re-married, she has to move out from her father's house

Melody drains the noodles, and breathes in the spicy aroma from the tomato sauce. The kids sit in the swivel chairs, twirling and spinning wearing pajamas. Melody glances at them, her hazel eyes full of love. “Kiddos, dinner is ready!” After tucking the kiddos into bed, she soaks in the tub, lavender Epsom salt, listening to classical music, and meditating. She sips on a glass of pink moscato wine. Forgetting her worries, turning the music off, listening to the ocean waves crash faintly outside. She jumps up and down repeatedly, turning her head side to side, shaking her limbs, hands and feet, loosening everything up, then dances around her bedroom releasing any past stress, savoring her new

Melody Melody stayed in the kitchen while she changed her mind about the coffee and poured water to make herself a chamomile tea, it was either that or just drink the hot water. The kitchen was practically empty, in the cupboard there were only a few boxes of colored cereal, which she loathed, and some canned peach juice, one of the many things that made her vomit. Lucy had again forgotten to go to the grocery store a few blocks from the apartment. Her friend could be as good as she wanted, but when it came to organization and shopping, she was awful. It wasn’t the first time she’d been to Lucy’s, only this time she’d definitely lived there, even though things weren’t exactly going well, sh

‘Isn’t this the talented little pianist that I met in Cloud City the other day? ‘She kept calling me Mommy… ‘Why is she here…?’ Her eyes shifted back and forth between Duke and the little girl, and she suddenly understood. ‘This little girl’s name is Melody Winters. She’s Mr. Winters’ daughter. They look similar to each other. ‘Why is his daughter calling me her mommy?’ “Aunt Deena, please have a cup of coffee,” Melody said in a choked voice. She bent forward slightly to put the coffees on the coffee table.

Mom's expression immediately turned foul, and she screamed and hurled insults at the poor delivery guy. Fuming, Mom came back in with the cake in her hands. She was so mad that she pounded on the door. "Marianne, what did you get a cake for? You only got second place, so what's there to celebrate? I used to be the winner of the World Dance Championship. You're nowhere near my level!" I remained lying in the puddle of blood. I was extremely weak, but still I explained softly, "That's not it, Mom. It's your birthday."

I close my eyes, draw a deep breath into my lungs, and let my hands drop onto the keys. The sad, beautiful melody of The Moon’s Sorrow fills the quiet room. It is the very first score my mother taught me, and the one my wolf loves the most. As the notes flow out, images of my old happy childhood and my current miserable life flash through my mind. My time on this earth has been super short, but I have already suffered so much pain.

Her voice was sharp and urgent. As I listened, old memories came rushing back. Back in high school, money was so tight we lived off discount food. To help out, I ate a peanut butter sandwich for lunch every single day. Then Mom went and signed Zoey up for a three-thousand-dollar dance program. Said Zoey was talented and couldn't be held back. When I got into a top university, Mom barely looked at my acceptance letter. "What a lucky break. But with your personality, you still won't go far."

How did your father meet her? I hissed ‘That crazy, stupid woman. She came to destroy our family; my mother told me everything about her. She was just a maid working for us, then she seduced my father thinking that would get her a place in our family. She made my mother’s life a living hell then, she gave birth to that stupid daughter of hers Melody’ ‘Sorry about that’ I sniffed ‘It’s all in the past. The only thing that annoys me is that no matter how much I try to frustrate Melody, she seems to always bounce back’

Mom looked away, blushing. "Tell me I'm lying, though," she said after clearing her throat, turning back to quarrel with her man. "Because if you say you weren't a little rebel, then how would you explain meeting Peyton?" Boraxip's eyes widened, and so did his smile. "Tiny, did you not just say that?" Boraxip said, laughing. "Meeting Peyton was a...coincidence?" "A coincidence in a place like that?" Monde said, smirking, clearly siding with my mom. "I think the fuck not."