My Melody Face Novels & Stories

( Flashback ) “ Why are you so gloomy like a ghost ? You scared me . “ asked Mel when she stepped in the room after applying her facial mask on . “ I am going through a heartbreak . “ said Luna with a depressed expression . Mel looked at her dear best friend as she laid on the bed with her face covered with a pillow . “ I have had enough of this depressing aura of yours . The mask I am wearing now is expensive and if it doesn’t work on my skin it will be all the fault of this mood . Get your pretty chubby ass up from the bed . Right this instant . “ said Mel with an annoyed tone . “ Can you leave me be Mel ? I am very sad now . “ said Luna . She looked at her and realised that the situations

Melody's POV: I looked myself in the mirror for the fiftieth time. Grey eyes, brown hair. How come I feel so strange? Why can't I remember my own face? I let out a sigh of frustration and pulled my hair up in a ponytail. This wasn't helping at all. Nothing was helping. "Anything I can help with?" A voice came from the doorway.

Melody POV " Melody " I felt someone call my name I looked to find the source of the voice " Melody " the voice called me again. But I couldn't find the source of the voice, the voice was familiar I couldn't place it though. " Melody you killed me " killed ? That's impossible I've never killed anyone. " You killed me Melody " No I've never killed anyone " No I didn't kill you I've never killed anyone please leave me alone please. " Not until you feel my pain " I was beyond scared at this point who was this person and why were they doing this me help me please. Is anyone out there please help me.

"Just not today," *** "It's Lunch!!!!" Melody's sharp voice rang through the office room causing everyone to groan. The sound of chairs scraping the floor prevailed in the air and Isabella chuckled. Melody was a pretty little thing. She was quite short, barely spanning above five feet. She had the prettiest gray eyes that Isabella had ever seen and she was blonde.

Doctor Frank welcomed the couple and their son. "Good morning Mr. Badmus", he exchanged a handshake with him. "Good morning doc! How is the work going?" Mr. Badmus returned the greetings. "My work, I'm always busy, I give glory to the creator." Madam, you look radiant this morning, he poked fun at madam Florence. "Doc you can say that again", she blushed with her response. Her husband did not have time to compliment her on dressing, to him makeup is a waste of time. Whenever someone compliments Madam Florence, she always feels the movement of butterflies in her stomach.

Melody "Melody, is that you?" Mother's voice cracked, bringing tears to my eyes. She was looking so pale. I ran straight into her outstretched arms and wiped the hot tears tripping down her cheek. "It really is you." She smiled and pulled me into her arms.

He brushed his tongue against his silver-plated teeth. I grimaced on the inside, but kept my face cold and devoid of emotion. Trinity Gang member number three: code name, Fire. Their names were as ridiculous as their beat ass fucking ugly faces. To be honest, they don't actually have ogre faces, but they're also not particularly attractive. For my standards. I simply ignored what they said and instead gave them a wide, sweet smile. The smile I usually give my targets. It's what I called a sweet smile of death.

Off I can't remove the smile on my face, why? Because my Baby is back, he is back to me, I know that I've done so many stupid things to him but in return, he helped me, he still cares for me "I'm melting "I was shocked when he suddenly opened his eyes " ow sorry I thought you were sleeping, " I said and faced the other side of the bed " Pst..." he said " uhhmm" I answer still not staring at him

I replied, still recovering from my orgasm. Melody wrapped her arms around my neck and placed one knee in between my legs. She faced me, dead square in the eyes and I saw the change in her expression. Her eyes were dark, and her cheeks were as red as the rays of a sunset. She shoved her tits into my face, clenching the back of my head with her fists. “Did you like fucking your little girl?” she asked, pushing my face harder into her chest. Her curvy tits suffocated my response and I simply nodded.

There are places waiting, hidden just beyond the fear, and every time you smile, I know the way is clear. So don’t forget to smile, even when you’re tired and afraid, your smile invites me to an ideal world we haven’t made… yet. $$$ «Remember to smile, there are still beaches left to find…» The song wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was gentle. Almost whispered. I recognized the voice—and the words pierced through me with unexpected clarity. «Remember to smile…» Mom used to sing that part slightly off-key, exaggerating the word smile like it was a spell. She said that as long as there were beaches left to walk and places left to discover, life would always have an exit.