Novel & Cerita My Melody Face

No one wanted to be associated with that figure. "Eh Han, are you still angry? I'm sorry, yes, I'm just a big body. But if my face is still cute like V BTS right? Isn't it? Yes, yes, no time!” After that, Matt laughed to himself as he took the mirror and looked at his face. He even still managed to take some pictures with I*******m effects. Hana shuddered in horror, I swear, this is the first time she's seen the true nature of a Matt who has been known to be a professional.

Looking deep into her eyes, I spoke with conviction, "Aurelia, trust me when I say that very soon, you will find your voice. It's only a matter of time." Her gaze studied mine intently, searching for sincerity and reassurance. Then, like a blooming flower, a smile graced her lips. It was a smile that held both hope and gratitude, as if my words had touched a chord deep within her. It was in that moment that I realized the impact my actions were having on her.

I answered the call and put my phone in my ear. "Theodore" I answered. "Sir ..." the tone of his voice was shaking so I immediately sat up. "What's going on, Theodore, why is the tone of your voice like that?" I asked calmly. "Sir Logan, please help me. Melly is writhing in pain again. She needs to be operated. I want you to operate on her, sir Logan" he said worried "Wait. Calm down, Theodore" I know why It's me who need to do it.

I'd never really had too much interest in caking my face, although I had mad respect for anyone who could. But that wasn't to say that I took no pleasure in making myself look and feel good. I was blessed with pretty good genetics; I had long chocolate-brown hair, light blue eyes, and naturally white teeth, all features which I'd received countless complements for in my twenty-four years of life. But playing around with my aesthetic was something that I'd always wanted to do and just hadn't found a chance to. I had considered, on a number of occasions, dying my hair an ashy-blonde, getting a nose ring, and even investing in lash extensions. Whether or not any of that ever eventuated was comp

Desperate and out of options, she listened to the bad advice she found online. In a bid to make money quickly, she authorized a so-called AI modeling company to use her facial data. It turned out to be a scam. Criminals used her face to create all kinds of obscene AI-generated adult videos, which spread rapidly across the internet. Overnight, her reputation was destroyed. Everywhere she went, people pointed and whispered. Their stares felt like needles piercing her skin. Eden had only been with Rachel because of money in the first place. Now he finally had the perfect excuse to cut ties with her.

“I’m sorry.” Downstairs, Melody sat at the dining table. Tears continuously stream down her face, "Why the tears, Mel?" Mateo’s demonic voice echoed in the darkroom as Melody's breath hitched before she forcefully swallowed, "I'm so used to seeing positive Melody, the woman who wants everyone to be happy, especially when some of us need nothing more than misery and pain," he said as his shadow drew closer and closer causing goosebumps to raise on her arms as she slightly shook.

Give me a second. The door shut. Lindsey heard the little girl protest then the door slid open. A woman stood on the other end. She was tall and slender like Margaret, but had straight honey blonde hair unlike her Mom and sea-blue eyes different from Margaret’s grey eyes. Celeste's cheeks were puffy and she carried heavy bags under her eyes. Her husband showed up behind her. They weren’t that different from Margaret and Trey. ‘Oh my… You look so much Leah… May I?’ A tear drop rolled down Celeste’s cheek and a sob caught in her throat. ‘May I hug you, please?’

Nora said coming closer to the door “It's can’t be open” Immediately Nora placed her hands on the door, the door open from the inside revealing a young girl standing in front of the house. “Hi I’m Melody” She is fair in complexion, her eyes are brown, and she has thin black eyes black, long black eyelashes, peach-colored lips, a pointed nose, and black wave-styled hair. She wore deep blue crazy jeans, a white blouse, and a black bot “Hi I’m Nora, you must be the host” “Yes I am”

His chest heaved and his eyes were dark with rage. “How dare you insult me?!” He roared. Don't make me laugh! Melody was the one who introduced those collaborators to the company and even worked her way through the Ives conglomerates. And guess what? They've invested into my company and what about you? You're just a pretty face who just go luck—” “Smack!” Before he could finish his words, my palm met his cheek with a brutal force as Melody’s gasps filled the air. The rage in his eyes vanished, replaced by a disbelieving Shock as he cracked his cheek. “What did you just—”

I added. I moved my eyes back to her and she stares back at me angrily. Those words came out suddenly from my mouth even without thinking about it. I know that woman on that painting is her. I smile at her happily and I am satisfied with what I answered. I gazed at Hugo and he's still looking at me, he's even smiling. "Well then, who's that woman on your painting Melody?" Hugo asks. Her. Obviously. Melody awkwardly fidgets and fixes herself. "It's just a painting." She gazes at me. "That's clearly not the main explanation for this one."