My Melody Face Novels & Stories

Hence, when Melody released her, the first thing that came into her mind was getting a mirror. "Mirror! Someone give me a mirror!" When she could not get a mirror, she got on her feet and ran to the glass door of the entrance. Through the reflection, she saw the three scratches on her face, causing her to scream. "Ahh! My face! My face! You'll be sorry for this, Melody, you b*tch!" Melody walked over to her. When Wendy saw her approaching, she took a few steps back timidly as she knew she was no match for her. "What are you doing?"

Fiona's laughter echoed in Melody's ears, proving once again how adept she was at tormenting her. Even on her knees, Melody refused to let Fiona get the best of her. She grabbed her own knees and looked up at Fiona with a defiant smile. "Ha-ha, you're such a villain to the end, aren't you? It suits you. But you know what? No matter what you do, you can't steal the beautiful and happy life my best friend has," Melody retorted boldly, making Fiona even angrier.

Melody’s POV At the moment I am in the middle of one of my concerts, doing what I love performing for my adoring fans. Having the time of my life! Enjoying the thrill of performing for my fans and feeding off of their energy. I am singing my last song for tonight. I gotta end this concert on a high note! Smiling widely at the roaring crowd cheering me on, I close my eyes and take a deep breath before beginning the song. Then I slowly raise the mike in my left hand towards my face and start singing with my eyes still closed. Getting lost in the song as I do so.

, Melody said as we shook our heads. "It's all worth it, because every morning I get to wake up to this beautiful face", he caressed my face as I kissed him gently. I separated from him as his hands kept my waist intact. Suddenly a ball of flour hit my face and as I turned Nolan grabbed one and shot back. Melody was so happy her smile was radiant and after I threw my flour ball at her there were little specks of white on her neck and splattered against her apron. I could tell that this feeling of happiness would never fade with these two.

"I'm sorry, Melody. Come closer. I just want to tell you something." Melody hesitated, then stepped toward me, still looking wounded and meek. I smiled sweetly back, and the moment she got close, I slapped her hard across the face. The force sent her sprawling to the floor. "Oh dear, Melody, how could you be so careless? I only gave you the gentlest little push." Melody sat there clutching her face, her hair falling forward like a curtain. Through the strands, her eyes glared at me, dark and furious.

Melody asked. My eyes went wide with surprise, and I knew I had just given myself away with that reaction. “Uh, no.” “Liar,” Melody laughed. “I can tell.” “How?” I demanded, more than a little impressed. “You have this look on your face when you talk about him,” she said. “It’s like you want to save him and fuck him all at the same time. It’s precious.” “Shut up.” She laughed. “You know, have you ever considered the possibility that he might share your feelings?”

Of course, I am not forgetting about my princess. We dance, talk and laugh with each other without a care in the world. Every time I see her smile, it gives me a calming feeling in my heart. I don't know what she feels about me but I am sure as hell that I will not let this incredible go away from my life. "Can I have your attention, please?" Melody calls out to everyone making us look at her to see that she is standing near a huge cake. She has a microphone in her hands and she tells me and Anhuphama to go near her.

"Get in, I will drop you off, '' Hunter called out. Melody nearly cried in relief when she heard what he said. She does not accept help from people, but she was not foolish to turn to him when he was offering her a free ride. Yes, she knows nothing about him, but at least he has helped her once. Melody quickly rounded the car to the other side and got in since the door was already open. "Thank you" she closed the door. "You are welcome, honey “. Melody felt her body vibrate when he called her honey, she turned to look at and saw that he was looking forward with a serious expression on his face, but still, he looked handsome. She admired him on closer inspection, black hair which was styled t

Kenneth smiled gently. “Kenneth Hane, please call me Melody. I’m not used to hearing you calling me Mel!” Melody’s face gradually became cold. She was turning him down in public!

He pulled the cake closer. "Just this once," he said. "There won't be a next time. Go on. Light the candles for me." There was no room to correct him now, so Eliza let the misunderstanding stand. She lit the candles, sang the birthday song, and cut the cake for him. When she looked at him, her eyes brimmed with tenderness. His face was exactly the same as Kyran's. She told herself, 'It's fine. I will simply pretend I'm celebrating Kyran's birthday instead.'