Mymelody Novels & Stories

But it was the same as before. ' What the hell....why is it playing this erotic movies....' Amy thought in embarrassment. Her face had flashed in shame. This channel also contains erotic movie. A cold sweat had formed across their forhead after a continuous movie playing. One will be either a romantic movie on the content with kissing scenes. Atlast they changed one to another to one till they reached a music channel. Though it was awkward for a moment, still they got one indeed a decent one. After the melody song began to play, tut stood up and turn to amy.

Just me, Ramon, and the music. The soft candlelight bathes the room and glows over the polished surface of the piano. Ramon sits beside me, his presence steady and reassuring, his crimson eyes fixed on me with an intensity that makes my pulse quicken. I hover my fingers over the keys, take a deep breath, and begin to play. The melody flows effortlessly, its cheerful notes filling the air. It’s light and bright, each note lifting my spirit as if carrying me to a place untouched by pain or fear. The music feels like an extension of me now, a secret language I’ve only just discovered but somehow know intimately.

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

For ten years, I stood beside Adrian Shaw while he clawed his way up from nothing to a nine-figure fortune. In all that time, he never once took me anywhere that cost more than twenty dollars a head. On the eve of our tenth anniversary, I sent him a link to the steakhouse I'd been saving for years. His expression darkened. "Just because we have money now doesn't mean we can forget how hard life can get. Thrift is a virtue, Nora. Don't lose it." I thought he had a point, so I nodded and agreed to cancel the reservation. Then, on the day I went to the restaurant to cancel it, I saw Adrian across the dining room, having dinner with a girl. He cut her steak for her, then reached over and ge

“That sounds good. By any chance, do you have a girlfriend. I don’t want to start off with a girl hating me.” “Where did the word Nerd go to in our conversation?” They both chuckle as Melody heads off to the piano. This time she plays one of her mother’s favorite songs. It is called ‘Lean on Me’. She starts to sing as she plays, she loves this song so much. ‘Sometimes in our lives, We all have pain, we all have sorrow, But if we are wise We know that there is always tomorrow. Lean on me when you’re not strong, And I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on.

Music became the language through which I could convey my deepest joys and sorrows. So I will be playing the melody of Dandelions by Ruth B. My fingers trembled with anticipation as I pressed the first key, producing a sound that seemed foreign and discordant. It was clear that my touch was not enough to produce the harmonious melodies I had envisioned. Undeterred, I continued to press each key, determined to improve the synchronicity of the notes and create a beautiful composition.

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 covers and even the original. Wow."

"This young lady is truly beautiful. I feel like I've seen her somewhere before, but I can't recall her name. Old age, you know." As they made their way to the private room, Melody poured Michael a cup of tea and said softly, "Mr. Singh, you have sharp eyes and ears. You shouldn't be so modest. It's normal that you not recognize me. You've only met my parents at C House's Spring Festival Gala five years ago, and haven't met me before." She nodded slightly at him. "My name is Melody Nolan, but you can call me Melody." This statement was delivered gracefully.

She was afraid, her courage had disappeared since her mother died. It's been two years since she lived in hell, she can't respect herself anymore, her body is too disgusting for her to look in the mirror. She always cried every time she finished taking a shower and stood in front of the mirror, looking at her very ugly reflection. Many hickeys were visible on her neck and breasts. Making her cry again and standing again under the shower, rubbing soap on her body to get rid of all those marks, but in fact nothing has disappeared from her body, even her memories are firmly attached to Eleven's memory and it makes her sick. It was Saturday, after making breakfast, Eleven went into her father's

Melody "Melody, is that you?" Mother's voice cracked, bringing tears to my eyes. She was looking so pale. I ran straight into her outstretched arms and wiped the hot tears tripping down her cheek. "It really is you." She smiled and pulled me into her arms.