My Melody Face Novels & Stories

A knock, then it opens without waiting. Melody steps in like she owns the room, which in a medical emergency she basically does. White coat, hair pulled back, eyes sharp with satisfaction she’s trying not to show. She looks between me and Adrian, me half plastered to his neck, him holding himself like a man resisting a wildfire and her mouth curves. “I had a feeling,” she says, entirely too pleased. I make a sound that is half mortified, half desperate. “Melody.” She comes closer, her eyes scanning me like a chart with a face. “Happy birthday.”

I thought he was stronger. —Now we are together, little sister, there are no more evils that surround you— Melody encourages me and I look at her. She is very different from Aria, she is just as energetic and smiley as me. I decide not to answer to end the conversation, but she keeps talking. —I'm glad you've finally opened your eyes—he hugs me and yet, I think that even though my eyes are open there's still a blanket that doesn't let me see. ***

“Nothing is off. You look insanely sexy, but there's something about your face.” Melody laughed softly, but her fingers still moved to her face. “Maybe it's because of the makeup…” “Oh my God,” Tara groaned. “Sit down.” Melody laughed as she obeyed, sitting in front of the mirror while Tara grabbed her makeup brush. “You always do this,” Tara said, leaning in to fix her face. “I think it's time you invest in one of those makeup lessons.” Melody sighed softly, watching Tara through the mirror. “Why would I when I already have you?”

He says to me and I chuckle and kiss him quickly on his lips, wiping his lips of the orange paint don’t want to get him covered in orange face paint. “Love you too.” We hear a cheer and look up, and Melody is bouncing up and down, hugging her plushie. “I better go and make sure she doesn’t lose her mind.” Mav says with a shake of his head as we both watch Melody playing Hook A Duck.

a female cut through the silence, her tone sharp and hostile. I freeze, my face twisting in confusion as I try to place the familiar voice. Turning around, my eyes widens slightly as i take in the taller blonde woman, with fierce blue eyes, her unnatural looking curves, fitting perfectly to her maxi gown, her blonde hair, up in a ponytail. ‘Melody’s mother?’ Selene?’ I found out her name from someone else since she ridiculously never told me herself. I force a smile. “Uh, good morning. I didn’t expect I’d be seeing your face again.” I say matching her tone and sass

She looked at the lucky charcoal blazer, then slowly pulled the pins from her hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders. "You're so beautiful that even a stone statue would fall flat for you," Erica's voice echoed in her head. "Beautiful?" Selena whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. She leaned closer to the mirror, examining her features as if she were seeing them for the first time. Her eyes, large and expressive, seemed to hold a world of hidden dreams. Her skin was pale and smooth, glowing under the soft Italian moonlight. She traced the line of her jaw with her fingertips. She thought about the "Ice King" Erica had described. A man who lived in glass towers, who owned half o

I don't understand her at all. Who was Melody, really?

“Erm... yeah sure. I think I want a fruit punch.” He nods and begins to walk away, “One fruit punch coming right up.” Suddenly all the lights switch off and there is just one spotlight to one side focusing on Melissa. I see her holding a microphone and she once again flashes an evil smile at me, making me realize that bad is about to happen. She says, “Hey everyone, I am Melissa as all of you know. Today I want to give Liam his birthday present and I am going to give it to him right now, right here.”

She looks at me confused, I point at the alarm counting on my phone and it clicks in her brain what I’m talking about. “Sorry I didn’t know you were having your time out.” She says lying. She knows I take an hour out every day at the same time- no matter where I am. She knew what she was doing when she came in here with that letter. I nod to let her know it’s alright and then close my eyes going back to my meditation. I hear her standing there breathing deep. I ignore her and let my mind drift. Mel’s face floats into view, like she always does when I call her face into my mind. Today she’s sitting in front of me, she’s not happy to see me. She has her iconic disapproving face on her face. I

When the door opened, my slender and bruised legs jumped into view. Preston looked rather surprised at the sight. In the next second, he stared at my face blankly. "Jeanine Colby?"