Mymelody Novels & Stories

She was working in a private firm and was living in this city for a long. Aden "So what about you Miss Melody?" Melody "None of your business." She was looking outside the window and her cold behavior was showing that she was hating me the most. I was enjoying the way she was getting irritated by me. It suddenly started raining outside and I was enjoying it. I was playing my favorite music in-cab and after a moment I heard her again. Melody "Stop it. We don't wanna listen to it." Audrey "What happened Mel? It is your favorite song."

"Here, violations are taken seriously, you don't want to be on our watchlist, it's the worst place to be." She ignored it and brought out her phone. Then decided to do it outside since the sassy girl wouldn't stop turning towards her occasionally and giving her dagger stares. She stood up and practically ran out of the room. ** "I miss you already mom, so much," Arya cooed clutching her phone tightly to her ear as though she could feel her presence through it. She walked around the place as she continued her call. "You have no idea Josh, this place is practically paradise,"

Melody kicked Yasmine's knee and she fell to the ground with a loud groan. “I said cut it out" Then she grabbed Myla's hand and walked away. Myla smiled at her from behind. “Thank you" Melody shrugged. “I just don't like Yasmine. What's your name and what are you really going here?" Melody asked as she turned to her with a suspicious look but Myla just smiled. “Like I said, I just need a place to stay for a while" Melody wasn't convinced but before she could say anything else, a loud bang was heard at the entrance of the village.

I removed my phone from my pocket, it was melody calling, I answered the call and placed it on my ear. "Hello." My voice was broken and hoarse I had to clear my throat a few times so I could sound a bit normal. "Hey its melody." She screamed into the phone. "Yeah I know, I saved your number remember?" "Oh yeah, what's up? Did you ask them yet?" "No not yet, I slept off."

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

"Lady Matilda." "Mr. James," she replied, smiling warmly. "Good morning, sir. How can I help you?" "Meet Bisila," he said, gesturing toward her. "She’s the newest addition to our household. She'll be in charge of caring for my daughter-in-law." Lady Matilda’s smile widened, though Bisila could sense a slight hesitation in her eyes. "Welcome, young lady. It’s a pleasure to meet you." "You too, Matilda," Bisila replied with a nod.

I laugh and say, "Ha-ha Let's go. We have the get-together at Ava's and we have a party to attend tomorrow and we need our beauty sleep before the Dinner and Gala." We open the door and sit inside. While she is busy starting the car engine, I switch on my bluetooth and connect it to the speaker and start playing Taylor Swift's latest album. We drive away, singing loudly and jamming to the song. I roll down the window, allowing the cold wind to enter. I look outside, admiring the beauty of my neighbourhood and I repeat to myself that everything I achieved is definitely due to the hard work I put in. I couldn't help but think to myself,

just won't help to start my day. I ran into my shower and took a quick bath, and before you could think of the word Jack Robinson,I was all dressed up and ready to blossom. I walked out the door, whistling and hopping down the stairs, I felt sad but I looked happy, that's what really matters, right?!. "Heyyyyy... " I waved to the maid, I've been avoiding for some days now. "Good morning ma'am" she greeted. "C'mon Canada, call me Nuella,you look about my age,if not, older than I am" I said to her, I could hear her heart beats from this distance.

Well, here’s another friend of mine that had an unforgettable experience with her own beloved toy… And yes, it’s Mab, the Hierophant, who will once again be telling her story. +++++++++++ These stories are my own experiences with dolls that have “something” inside them. It’s not as kick-ass as Karen’s doll (Pam) but it allowed me to be able to relate to Karen’s experiences. Let’s start with Melody: Melody was a gift from my parents when I was 6 years old. She had the largest anime-looking eyes I’ve ever seen in a doll, even now. She can play a melodic version of Brahms’ lullaby whenever you turned the key that’s lodged in her back.

He only smiled at me and then watched me go to the kitchen. As I turned towards the kitchen, a melody bubbled up from within. I began humming the tune of "Ghost" by Justin Bieber. The song held a special place in my heart. It wasn't just the catchy rhythm or Bieber's smooth vocals. Every note echoed the bittersweet memory of my mom.