Mom Pov Melody Novels & Stories

The aged voice sounded like a demon. A man entered the frame before he lifted the unconscious Melody from the ground and held her up by the window. His face had aged and looked much more fatigued. It overlapped with the blurry memory of the father who silently kneeled beside the girl's corpse. It seemed that taking Mom's life wasn't enough for them. They wanted to kill Melody too! She would also lie in a pool of blood, gasping for breath as she vomited blood through her open mouth…

I can’t let my good life be destroyed. ‘As long as York doesn’t want to divorce me, I’ll still have a chance to win his heart. Then I will try to get all his property…’ “Mom...” At this time, Gretchen came over and helped her up. Glaring at her with hatred, Melody shook off her arm, tried her best to hold back her anger, and said with gritted teeth, “Come with me.” Then she pulled Gretchen and walked away. “Auntie Melody, don’t you wanna have breakfast?” Estelle raised her voice and asked.

He only smiled at me and then watched me go to the kitchen. As I turned towards the kitchen, a melody bubbled up from within. I began humming the tune of "Ghost" by Justin Bieber. The song held a special place in my heart. It wasn't just the catchy rhythm or Bieber's smooth vocals. Every note echoed the bittersweet memory of my mom.

"Mr. Jackman, Ms. Sinclair is waiting for you in the conference room with her daughter." When Lucy walked in holding Melody's hand, she found Micah lost in thought over a spreadsheet on his computer. Five-year-old Melody was wearing the same white tulle dress Anna had worn on her birthday. She spoke in a sweet, childish voice. "Mr. Jackman, I just learned the 'Moonlight Lake.'" Music flowed from the grand piano in the conference room. Micah watched the child's flying fingers and suddenly stood up. At a certain modulation, Melody's fingering somehow overlapped with the rhythm Anna had tapped out on bottle caps on that park bench when she was seven.

Harmony POV. God, I’m sobbing like a baby. This is not the first time Melody has called me mommy, but it always brings tears to my eyes. I really need to get a grip on my emotions. “I’m sorry mommy, I didn’t mean it. You can go wherever you want. I’m sorry.” Oh, my heart. I pull Melody up onto my lap and kiss her all over her face, laughing as I do.

"He's picked up a ton of bad habits! All I wanted was for him to learn to be frugal, and now he's making up stories about stomach cancer! I just saw a video, and the child made millions a month even though they were only college kids. "They could give their parents a life of luxury, but him? He's still leeching off my money. God, he's insufferable. It's like he's trying to suck me dry. To think he still has the audacity to show up with that long face all day. I hope he drops dead!" My stomach was screaming at me again. I curled up in my room and closed the door softly, but my mother's curses hit me like a wave of needles. Her wish for my death kept ringing around my ears like a curse that wo

I'd come home crying, and her eyes had gotten dark, and she'd turned her back to me without a word. I didn't understand then. I'd thought that meant yes. Later I figured out it was that Mama had her own grief that she was buried in. But now Mama is holding me. Now she's rocking me to sleep. "Mommy, don't cry." I wanted to answer her, but my throat wouldn't open. No sound came out. Tears slid down out of my eyes. She kept rocking. She started humming. Each note dropped right down into my chest. My eyes were getting heavy. I couldn't see her clearly anymore.

"I told you this would happen back then! You said you could take care of both of them, said we were old and uneducated, that we'd only cause trouble! "You wouldn't let us take her or even let us see her! You said it was to protect Maple, afraid she'd feel unloved, but you were just biased and convinced yourselves everyone else was just like you! "Now, my sweet, precious granddaughter is gone! Give her back to me right now!" The living room was in complete chaos. I was panicking, but there was nothing I could do to help either side. Mom, who had been sitting motionless by the washing machine, suddenly rose to her feet. Her eyes were empty. She walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife.

Thinking about how I'd been rushed into the ICU in my previous life, I immediately called my sister, Claire Dawson. "Claire! Stop whatever you're doing right now!" Her reply came through between ragged breaths and the edge of a sob. "I can't, Maeve! Mom showed up in my dream! She said if I don't reach the top of Mount Mistwood before sunrise, those evil spirits will tear her apart! "I know you're worried about me, but I can't just sit here and do nothing while Mom's being pushed around! Anyway, I have to go. The sun's coming up in less than an hour. If I don't make it by then, it'll be too late!"

“Really? You just had a drink.” “I’m still thirsty. Please.” “Okay, but just water this time.” Geoff heard his mom open and close the dish cabinet where they kept the cups and glasses. Geoff couldn’t help it. He found drinking water boring. “Can I have some soda?” “No, you’re too young.” His mom left the kitchen with a glass full of water. She remembered to put a straw in his cup before she gave it to him. “Aw.” Geoff hesitated at first. He stopped his mom from leaving when he said. “Wait. Mom, are you and dad divorce like David Lane’s parents?”