Call Me Crazy Melanie Harlow Novels & Stories

The phone rang once before Melanie picked up. "Hello Mel," I started urgently. "Mel, can you hear me?" Loud music and laughter blasted through the speaker. Melanie was clearly at some kind of party, her voice slurred when she responded. "Yes I can hear you!" she shouted over the noise. "I'm having so much fun! Do you want to join my party?" Panic seized my chest. "Hello, Mel? Mel, listen to me, we need to talk," I insisted, raising my voice to be heard over the background chaos.

In the end, neither Yosef nor Stanley got to hear Zara's answer. Right then, Stanley's phone rang. It was Melanie calling. "Stanley, Stanley, where are you? Something bad happened! I need you to come save me!" Stanley's forehead wrinkled with worry. "Melanie, calm down. What's going on?" Melanie was freaking out, and her words came tumbling out. "I was driving, and I glanced at my phone. When I looked up, someone was crossing the street..."

*Melanie* "Mel, did you by chance see my hair dryer?" Hailey asked from her bed. I bit my lip in annoyance, barely containing my eye roll. I wasn't sure why but somehow her voice had started to irritate me all of a sudden. And that was absolutely ridiculous because Hailey was an absolute sweetheart with all her smile and charm. "Mel?" She called out again.

Tonight, I’m coming for you and your father. The phone slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the floor. My breath hitched as a wave of panic surged through me. Lizzy. She wasn’t just crazy. She was dangerous.

I say calmly, as I pull out of the Grobes’ driveway. “SARAH WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PLAYING AT?” Zeke screams, and even though I’m spared the full volume of his wrath by the speaker of my phone, I still get the message that he’s not happy with me at this moment. “I presume your mind control serum also gives you the ability to alter people’s memories?” I reply, ignoring his question to get to the point.

I shut my eyes, trembling like a helpless rabbit, bracing for the impact. Just then, the chime of my phone shattered the atmosphere. It was Mom. I fumbled for it and hit decline immediately. There was no way I could let her catch me in the middle of the act with Uncle Mike. But she called again right away. It had to be important. I gestured for Uncle Mike to hold off so I could answer the call. As soon as I picked up, Mom asked, "Hello? Chloe? Have you met your Uncle Mike yet?" "I'm at his place right now," I replied.

"What are you talking about? This has nothing to do with me! I don't know anything!" "He does know," another voice chimed in. I turned to see another roommate of mine, Melanie Walker, stepping forward from the crowd. She stood beside me, her chin raised. "I'll vouch for her. Harvey said all of that, and he showed us the video too." After saying that, Melanie flashed me a smile. Melanie ran a side hustle as a social media marketer. I knew she wasn't entirely speaking up for me—she just wanted to dig deeper into the gossip.

96 : "Eli" Eli 96 G A G E I have never been mad and disappointed in my entire life at someone this much. I really hate all of the people that composes the Scanty! Management. Eli has always been right since the beginning of this, they're all liars. I can't believe we stayed to such people for a long time and actually trusted them that they can actually give us the real happiness. I was so wrong about them. All of them. They always make us want to lie to the fans, to our family, to the people around us and even to our own selves.

“We’re of a lower status than him, so whatever he says, goes.” “What kind of era are we living in right now? How can you be any lower than him?!” Melanie was furious as Harlow’s arrogant face appeared in her mind. “I’ll go find a doctor for him.” “Please don’t, miss! Thank you for wanting to help, but you can’t fetch a doctor... You can’t...” The woman got to her knees immediately, begging her. If Melanie were to ask for a doctor, would Harlow use even more despicable methods to deal with them?

"Mam, Sir has already left for his work and had ordered us to take care of yours," Melanie's brows furrowed in confusion at her answer but then she recalled something. "Can I get a phone? I need to call someone," "Sure, mam. The phone is right behind you," The staff girl notified. Melanie turned her head and saw a telephone on the table beside the bed. She took the phone and dialled a number. "Hello, Evan?" She spoke after she heard the phone getting answered. "Melanie? Where the hell are you? I was so worried about you and you… "