My Melody Novels & Stories

Without Vicky being around, no one thought of me. The next day, Celine was about to be discharged from the hospital. Dustin called me then. The cold female automated voice prompted that my phone was turned off. Dustin frowned and sent a voice message to my phone. "Where the hell are you? Do not think that you can threaten me by going missing! Come to the hospital immediately to pick Celine up. She will be living with us during this period. You shall take care of her." I was floating in the air, watching him go crazy with the voice message, looking ridiculous.

The emotions, once buried deep within her heart, now flooded to the surface. In the quiet of her solitude, Melissa whispered to herself, "That's where Kaia went... the place that made her feel close to her father." The weight of this revelation bore down on her, and she couldn't shake the sadness that enveloped her. The echoes of laughter and shared moments with Kaia's dad haunted her, and in that moment, the secluded place transformed from a cherished memory to a painful reminder of the daughter she feared losing once again.

"Well, Clara, it's a pleasure to meet such a gifted artist." As they continued their conversation, I felt a pang of jealousy. This was our first meeting, a moment that had been special, and now it was... different. Suddenly, a familiar tune began to play, the same haunting melody that had led me to the mirror. From across the room, our eyes met. I was there, standing by a grand piano, the source of the melody. The alternate me looked hopeful, expectantly waiting for Richard to approach. But he was engrossed in his conversation with Clara, seemingly torn between the two interactions.

she said. "I understand how you feel and that is why I am here trying to console you. To be honest with you, I know all your dreams, predictions and revelations always come to pass but I usually find some of them so hard to believe such as this one you just told me. I just can't imagine that I will be a Luna next week. It's so unbelievable. It sounds too good to be true," I said. "It may sound unbelievable to you but it will surely come to pass whether you believe it or not," Melody said.

She said, as she laughed along with me. Thank God I got a chatty roomie. It would be awkward if I got the one that is exactly like me. The one who's easy to approach and talk with, but only if the other person would be nice enough to start the conversation first, as I am not really the expert to start a decent yet not awkward conversation. Yup, totally me. "So, Kat, what's your major?" "Music, and currently thinking that I might be into Art. Choosing music as my major is maybe a wrong decision." Kat replied, sighing dramatically. I smile hearing her answer.

I’m watching the sky for a cloud Hoping for a little chance That it will rain for me I’m lying in the field of flowers Looking for a cool breeze So I can feel free I can feel free To search for my Melody Running with everyone I’m finding myself alone Out of tune with my own mind Stranded in this world Wanting a soul Who resonates with me And feels to me I am looking for my melody My only melody That my soul sings with someone Looking for the melody I can feel every moment I’m looking for the melody I breathe every second I’m looking for that melody This song was sung ten times. They loved it. "You sing better than Ttue Hate. Your version is cooler than the cov

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. ***

Melody Melody had this incredible urge to see the dead people and she couldn’t explain it to anybody. As soon as Matthew left to speak to Gabriella, she ported to the enormous hall where everyone was being kept until the funeral. It was an incredibly sad sight. So many people had been lost and as she walked through the rows her hands drifted above the bodies.

The cold look in her eyes faded away like a tide, and the depths of her eyes were filled with hope. Adeena smiled. “Your name has a pleasant ring to it. Melody. What a great name.” “You, you don’t remember this name?” Melody’s eyes grew wider. “It’s me, Melody Daugherty, Mel! Mommy, I’m your beloved daughter. Why don’t you remember me?! I finally found you, Mommy…”

And I want to take all the time in the world. I'm sitting in first class, fastening my elastic bands in place. I've had half a bottle of merlot already and I feel nice and relaxed, even a little tipsy. Stretching out my arms, I look to the seat next to me, hating that it's empty. If only Gabe or Tristan was here, dammit. Oh well, I've got upcoming weddings to plan anyway.