Novelas y relatos de Mymelody

My eyes wandered to the window, the moonlight pouring in like a vow. Melody belonged to me. And I wasn't going to let her go. Not to Jay. Not to anyone.

“That was... cool.” A smile tugged at the corner of my lips despite the weight in my chest. “It’s nothing. I’m just glad I could help.” Her gaze flitted around the cell, her body curling into itself as if to protect what little was left of her. “My name’s Melody.” “Melody,” I repeated softly, committing it to memory. “How long have you been here?” She stared at the wall like it held answers she was too afraid to speak. “I... I don’t know.”

"Zayne worked late again. I made him supper, but he came home after I had already fallen asleep." "Zayne is on a business trip. I really miss him." - As Zayne flipped through the album, a flood of emotions overwhelmed him. These photos and words were like knives stabbing into his heart. He suddenly realized what he had truly lost. He shot up and rushed into the master bedroom. The room was empty. Everything of mine was gone. He stood there, feeling as if he couldn't breathe. "Wendy Morgan!" He shouted, his voice echoing with pain, and his whole body drained of strength. Zayne pulled out his phone with his hands shaking.

It was too unfamiliar, too quiet, despite being spacious and grand. For the past two months, Jasmine had hardly gone out. She shut herself away from the crowds, leaving behind the noisy outside world. Her phone lay untouched somewhere. Without internet, she chose books as her escape, painting to calm her mind, listening to music from the old vinyl records, which were vintage but charming, and occasionally watching pre-downloaded movies.

Mel's POV I clear my throat, feeling the alcohol loosening my restraint. “This one’s for my mom,” I announce, my slurred voice booming through the room. Then, I start singing the lyrics to “Rain” by Sleep Token—loudly and likely off-key. Who fucking cares.

I heard her say shamelessly. "You drugged me, Melody?" I yelled at her, my voice laced with anger. "Hmph! That is the cover you want to hide behind, after worshipping my body, like it was your god," Melody said, shamelessly. "You are not my first, but you are my best," she said, her eyes looking very seductive. "No one had ever fvck me, the way you did," she whispered into my ears.

It marked my entrance into the renowned Elite High School, a place rumored to hold the power to redefine destinies for the better. In the quiet of my room, a familiar melody pierced the stillness. The opening strains of "Save Me" by BTS spilled from my lips as if on impulse, the lyrics capturing the unspoken emotions that swirled within me. Music had always been my sanctuary, a faithful companion that offered solace when words failed.

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.

According to Meny's character, he would realize the wish whether the music was good or not. But he never thought that when he heard half of the song, the whole person stood still and the mobile phone he was holding in his right hand continued to shake without his knowledge. Meny's mood was indescribable, and the feeling was expressed in the melody. As a gifted musician, he can understand the uniqueness of this melody better than anyone else. It can only be described by the word Divine Comedy.