My Melody Novels & Stories

They are beautiful and mix together in perfect harmony. As I walk through the meadow, I detect a quiet, but wonderful, humming sound. It’s deep and fearless, yet fragile and vulnerable. I’m drawn to the melody that makes sense but doesn’t all at the same time. It pulls at my heartstrings, reminding me of happy days in my early childhood, just to send me over the edge afterwards into the dark memories of the day Luna Michelle left and my life became hell on earth.

Melody's tummy was full of fluttering butterflies after she said good bye to her daughter and Alexander and followed Delia to her car. Cyrus had a tag in Melody's bag to help him follow at a distance so Delia didn't get nervous. Melody hadn't really gone out with friends since before she moved to Maine and met Alexander, and since then all her socializing was with wolves at their own, private events. Melody was anxious that she would embarrass herself or not fit in at the club.

,she said in the loveliest voice Xavier had ever heard. "Who are you?",he asked. "And what did you do to me?". "My name is Melody",she said. "I'm a siren. And I'm on your side". "What do you mean?",Xavier asked. "As long as you and your sister remain here, you're both in danger", Melody said quickly. "You were hypnotized by princess Ariadne's magic". "And you broke the spell",Xavier said. "Yes",Melody said.

Chris Melberg: I was sleeping and woke up to the sound of a phone call. It was my dad calling me. I picked up the phone and I said in a sleepy voice. "Hey dad". "Hy, how are you? We were worried about you". Dad said. "I am fine and everything's good". "Are you taking your medicines regularly?" Mom asked. "Yes, I am taking them" (Still in a sleepy voice). "Are you happy there? Is that island good for you?"Dad said. They both were talking to me on the phone's loudspeaker.

"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.

“Well, well, well, you.. oh yeah.. you make my dreams come true!” “Woo oooh..” Both women turn to him in the door way and they smile. Abby winks at him and skips some of the song to sing, “Twist and shout... my way out.. and wrap yourelf around me, cause I ain't the way you found me...” Gabe chuckles and skips some of the song as well. “Oh yeah, I've been waiting for, waiting for you, girl.. you make my dreams come true.”

"Please pick up," I mumbled to myself quietly as I held my phone up to my ear. The ringing sound dragged on for what felt like forever, before the dreaded voicemail came through for the umpteenth time. "Tyler Gray is unable to come to the phone right now," the automated recording seemed to taunt me. "Please leave a message after the beep." "Tyler, baby, it's me - Ally," I cringed at sound of the words coming out from my mouth. "Please call me back, I just want to know that you're ok."

' Nelly was silent. 'Perhaps you do not know the kind of problem you now wish to create for me and for yourself. I wish you could think of something else just allow me to deal with that problem my own way and save everybody the trouble of digging up the past in such a rough and unfriendly manner.'

Drey Laxamana’s P.O.V. Melody is a ten-year-old kid who has gotten so close to me. She was only a six-year-old stray kid when her path led her to the orphanage. She had no parents, no food, and no shelter. But now, she is a consistent honor student and is already in Grade 4. It was another proof that your past could never define your future. “I just missed you,” she answered. I wasn’t seeing her right now, but I knew that Melody was pouting her lips.

He closes the trunk before settling himself in the driver's seat before heading toward my house. We sit in semi-comfortable silence on the drive there while listening to the radio. My eyes widen in surprise when I realize he listens to 'My Chemical Romance', a Swedish band. "You listen to this band?" I ask not able to contain my enjoyment and shock; Archer hums in reply grinning at me briefly before returning his attention back to the road. "Love them along with 'Backyard Babies," he says causing my mouth to drop in awe of this perfect man beside me. We love the same sports and music, what else can we have in common or willing to learn about.