Novel & Cerita If You Were Mine Melanie Harlow

Lewis half yelled cos of the distance 'Melanie Griffith is my better!' Melanie got so emotional her tear escaped instantly. "Get this through your head, think of her what you may. But,the fact still remains. I fûcking love her. I don't need you or anyone else to like her. The fact is am head over heels in love with this girl. I love,chriesh and can die for her cos I fuvking love her !'he yelled. Some present in the park already got the little act on video

What other Miss Myers here could possibly wear such an expensive wedding gown? North? No, that was impossible. Melinda forced herself to calm down and squeeze out a smile. “What are you saying, Mr. Harlow? You might not have met me, but I’m Melinda Myers…” Before she could finish speaking, Roque spoke up again, equally ruthlessly. “Who’s Melinda Myers? What random person dares to impersonate my most important customer?” Everyone abruptly went quiet and gasped. Hold on a second. Roque was not joking? Did he really not know who Melinda was?!

"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.

I looked beautiful, like someone worth saving. Then my phone buzzed again. Darla. I picked up. “Melanie,” she said with a sharp voice. “Are you sick or just desperate? What are you pulling at?” I smiled. There it was. She was finally losing control. Her mask was gradually slipping. “I’m pulling exactly what I should’ve pulled the second they cast you,” I replied sweetly. “My rightful role.” “You’re disgusting!” she spat. “No, Darla,” I said with a soft but sharp voice. “I’m just… unforgettable.”

Elara; “I hate Alpha Arthur with everything within me. He killed my baby, Malicia. Alpha Arthur killed my child. All this while, he pretended to be unaware of my pregnancy, but went ahead to poison me. How do I get entangled with these evil Alphas? Why me?” My body shakes profusely as I weep bitterly in the arms of my best friend. The only person who can ever console me in my worst times is Malicia. Malicia never fails to make me feel comforted, whenever I want to get that feeling, and come out of my misery. She is what I call home.

“I like noticing details that no one else sees.”-Unknown Dominic POV "Dawson?" I repeated the surname again tried to recall something. I read again all the information that I received from Anthony. Everything about Ara was there, as I requested him to investigate the last three days. "Derrick Dawson?" I narrowed my eyes at the name. "Really?" I turned my eyes to Anthony that sat in front of me. "Yes, she is Dawson but it seems like she is not really being exposed to the media," Anthony explained clearly like he can read the question inside my mind.

"Good cause if you mess up...all of you will be removed from your agency....am I clear on this?" "Yes sir" they Chorused...and I waved at them to leave. Shortly after... There was a knock on the door. When I gave permission for the person to come in...I looked up and saw that it was Melanie...her hair was not packed up in a ponytail...she had left it again. It gave her this beauty that ..made me feel like I had this fetish love for long haired girls...as usual she dropped the coffee and tried to leave...why was she So forgetful....

I thought it would be much easier than this. I'm falling in love with her all over again. Melanie I wouldn't let you escape from me again.

The principal smiled faintly and said, "That woman sweeping the grounds seems to be from your graduating class. Her name is Melanie, I believe. She was hit by a car while trying to save her first love. She survived, but she was never quite the same after that. Her life also took a turn for the worse, and that first love of hers later lost everything, fell into heavy debt, and fled overseas." I nodded thoughtfully. Melanie still hadn't escaped the cage she had built for herself. Perhaps that had always been her fate. My wife, Betty Brown, noticed my silence and asked, "Do you know her?" I looked at Melanie in her worn, tattered clothes. After a moment, I shook my head. "No. She's probably jus

Melanie had just gotten to work and settled on her chair to start checking through urgent emails when the elevator doors opened and a glamorously dressed young woman stepped out into the small hallway. She was tall and slender, with long, wavy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right through her and Melanie can’t help but feel intimidated by her presence.