Novel & Cerita Sinopsis Novel Melodylan

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.

Tears that certainly did not belong to Melissa herself but belonged to a small child called Quinlynn. Melissa saw Quinlyn walk along with hand in hand with her mother Lilith. Maybe it was just a dream that Melissa created herself, a happy ending for a young soul who will never get to live in the novel. Yeah, in novel…wait a minute…novel...De’Rosa family…Lilith White…Cannon Fodder Quinlynn… Damn! Aren’t I in a cannon fodder’s body in fricking Otome novel?!

Malcolm was tired of the craziness and just wanted to decompress and count his lucky stars. Melody watched the two for a little bit before she turned her gaze up to the darkening sky. The sun was just below the city’s skyline, but the pinks and purples of the sunset were still fading. The first stars were twinkling. She was just glad that she could have this time. Melody couldn’t believe she was content here. How had this happened? He’d been high handed and blackmailing her. She should try to escape, not get help to grow her business or recover from this setback.

When she entered the room, York was awakened by the noise and frowned unhappily. “What’s wrong?” he asked. Melody smiled gently and said, “I had a nightmare. That’s it.” “What did you dream about?” York asked. “I dreamed of Estelle,” Melody said. “She was very fierce in the dream and blamed me for not caring for her mother. And she wanted to kill me with a knife.” “How dare she?” York snapped. “I’m the master of this family now. I won’t let her hurt you.” Melody lay down beside him with satisfaction, held his arm, and closed her eyes. Then she said softly, “I’m much relieved to have you to protect me.”

Melody was never often able to gaze at the stars in tranquillity; being locked up in a windowless room prevented her from having the luxury. Melody hoped to look around tomorrow but had a hunch there wouldn't be much to see in this town—she prayed there was at least a library or bookstore. Slowly, she fell asleep listening to the rain beginning to fall down once again, light wind sounding strangely harmonic and the constant longing howls of the wolves in the far distance in the mountains.

“I want to have a bite too.” “Oh my! Alden, don’t eat it.” Melody covered her mouth and snickered. “Daddy specially made this just for Mommy. Only Mommy can sense the taste of love. Mommy will only be able to drink the soup if each of you takes a bite to finish it.” Adina’s smile vanished and she looked at Melody. “How do you know all this?” “Mommy, Melody secretly read a novel yesterday!” Harold hurriedly tattled on her, “The title of the novel is ‘The Domineering CEO Fell in Love with Me.’”

"Really? Are you sure? This new guy's way better than any man you've known. I promise, once you try him, you'll never forget it." I felt like I was about to vomit and took a few steps back. "Well, have fun then." Melanie blinked innocently. "Alright, I'll just enjoy him myself." As soon as the reunion banquet ended, she swaggered off without a care. The live comments freaked out. "It's over! Melanie plans to spend the whole night with that new gigolo. She'll definitely get pregnant, and then she'll just wait for Yvonne to start showing so she can frame her!"

Chapter Fourteen Arthur’s POV Melody charges onto the field with grace and fury. She moves like she owns the ground beneath her feet. Strong, steady, balanced. Her shoulders are squared, her chin lifted, her gaze unwavering. The Melody I remember had a softness to her. A quiet, shy presence that tried to make itself smaller in the shadow of grief. This Melody? She stands like she’s carved from the moon itself. Dane whistles low beside me. “Bloody hell. She’s not playing, is she?”

After which she sat on the edge of her bed, stared at her bag, then laughed softly. “Malibu here I come,” she muttered. Her phone rang almost immediately, like it was waiting for her to say something. She stared at her screen and saw that it was Cynthia. Her face lit up. “Hello mama!” Melody said the moment she picked up. “It’s been forever.” Cynthia laughed on the other end. “Forever? Please. You’re the one who disappeared into billionaire land.” Melody smiled. “I missed you. How’s baby Melody?”

Paul’s text sat on my glowing screen for exactly thirty seconds before I bothered to answer. Paul: What the fuck are you doing with my brother? Me: Walking. Three typing dots appeared immediately, bouncing frantically. Paul: Don’t play games with me, Melody. Me: We left the theater at the exact same time. Paul: With your hand wrapped around his arm? A slow, satisfied smile curved my lips. Me: He has a very sturdy arm. My phone immediately began to ring. Of course it did.