Novelas y relatos de Mymelody

Our SAT results came back, and our parents booked a private room at a Michelin-starred steakhouse to celebrate. Over dinner, they began discussing how we should apply to the same university so we could keep looking out for each other. I looked across the table at Derek and asked politely, “Derek, which university are you planning to apply to?” The moment the words left my mouth, comments suddenly flashed across my vision. [Here she goes again. Is this desperate side character going to apply to the same university as the male lead?] [I feel so bad for him. Just to keep the close ties between the families, he has to be okay with her clinging to him for three whole years!] [Don’t worry. H

To her, it was only natural for me to trade my life for his. The report clearly showed that several of my organs were already failing, but my heart was still healthy. That was the only thing she saw. Suppressing the ache in my chest, I spoke calmly. "Mom, I won't go back on my word, but they still need to finish the blood tests and organ matching–" "You're brothers! What matching is there to do? Are you just trying to stall for time?" My mother's shrill voice echoed through the hallway, drawing everyone's attention.

I ignored them and continued doing what I knew best, until I could no longer keep on, only then did I stop and excuse myself. "Wow, Bb you did awesome back there" melody praises as she followed behind, "did you see all those people? The way they stare at you moving like a pro, damn, they are all gone, they are hooked and couldn't take their eyes off you" Melody kept talking, completely oblivious about my change of mood. I stopped abruptly and she bumped into my back. "Ouch!" She cried , "sorry, I didn't see you" "Can you please leave?" I meant to ask nicely but it came out rudely. I was all worked up and her endless ranting wasn't helping.

Andy A melodic sound filtered through to my dream, urging me to wake up. The melody played on a loop, like it was an alarm of some sort but it couldn't be coming from my clock radio, it wasn't blasting an airhorn that shocks the body into waking up, no, this was as if fairies were playing chimes and a harp, a beautiful, symphony that slowly lifts you from slumber.

They are charging you with singing other people's songs and marketing them as your songs, that you have been penning songs that you have zero right to sing. The room seemed to shudder. "That is a lie," I screamed, pounding my head. My chest constricted, breathing more than sufficient with rushed urgency. "That is not a lie, that is madness! You know me. You know the ways and means that I work, how long I've—" My voice was gruff and I closed my lips, holding my hammered fist in front of my face as the horror escaped.

Which is fine by me. With my AirPods snugly in place, I surrender to the enchanting melody flowing through them. Lost in the human’s amazing music –Meltdown by Niall Horan– I find solace, my worries fading into the background as each note washes over me. He is such an underrated singer.

Melody’s POV At the moment I am in the middle of one of my concerts, doing what I love performing for my adoring fans. Having the time of my life! Enjoying the thrill of performing for my fans and feeding off of their energy. I am singing my last song for tonight. I gotta end this concert on a high note! Smiling widely at the roaring crowd cheering me on, I close my eyes and take a deep breath before beginning the song. Then I slowly raise the mike in my left hand towards my face and start singing with my eyes still closed. Getting lost in the song as I do so.

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.

Ryle I lie on my bed, lost in the melody pouring out of the cassette player Isobel gave me. Her song fills the room, wrapping around me like a familiar embrace. I've played it over and over again, each repetition as captivating as the first. Not once do I tire of it. With Isobel gone and the school break stretching out ahead of me, I find solace in the memories of our time together, intertwined with the notes of her dedication.

Micheal smiled widely as I approached him, “You are truly beautiful, redhead,” “Thank you,” I whispered softly as my face heated up. “My mom is waiting for you, so better be on your best behavior,” I nodded, following him. Just when a middle-aged lady walked into the room, that’s when my luck ran out, I stumbled on my own feet falling to the ground.