Mom Pov Melody Novels & Stories

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.

There was a depth to his love, a rawness that threatened to consume me. I couldn’t look away. Not now. Not when I felt like I was falling. As we stood there, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the moment, a memory of Mama flashed through my mind, her hands on mine, the piano keys beneath our fingers. Her voice, soft and warm. “Love is a melody, mi luna,” she’d said, “One you’ll find when you least expect it.” I didn’t know if this was the melody she meant, but as Misha’s hand covered mine and guided me toward the piano, I wondered if it was.

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."

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’

Dear dairy, I don’t know what to write today, mom… mom is missing, I searched everywhere but couldn’t find her…… I have no one in my life to expect from her. I just hope she’s fine, I can’t imagine my life without her. I tried to call Melody but her phone is not reachable, to be honest, her number is always not reachable. She called me a few minutes from now and told me that she will file a missing complaint. Melody is still a weirdo but she helped me file a missing complaint, I think she’s okay. Thank you Melody for filing a missing complaint. I miss you, Mom, please come back I’m missing you so much. "

--- Upstairs, Alexander sat alone, the straw whistle in one hand, a war ledger in the other. He couldn’t focus. That tune… Where had he heard it first? And why did it feel like home? --- Down below, Melodie stared at the moon through barred stone. “She’s going to use my voice to lie,” she whispered. “But I won’t let her steal my story.” Her fingers tightened around the flute. “If sound won’t wake you, maybe words will.” ---

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."

Without a second thought, Mom yanked them down and tore them into pieces. "What good are these worthless certificates?" she spat. "Can they feed her or teach her discipline? She doesn't know gratitude or how to give back! Even a thousand of these won't change the fact she's an ungrateful brat!" I stared at the shredded pieces scattered across the floor and shouted anxiously, "Mom, I wasn't spoiled. I've always been responsible. When I was five years old, I could already carry two buckets of water to help Grandma water the fields.

, she cooed. “Do you know, I ran into her dad this morning when I was getting coffee, and he bought me breakfast?” I informed her. “Maybe you should date him,” she joked, “he’s probably the one man on planet Earth she won’t sleep with.” “Maybe I should,” I cackled, “He invited me to dinner at their place tonight. Maybe I should marry her dad and have her call me Mommy.”