Izuku X Melissa Novels & Stories

Melissa practically growled. "Isabella, for the love of God, forget I exist." I ran my hand over my face; I was already tired of this crazy woman. "I can't, Tchutchuco. You're my sweetheart." Isabella smiled and stood up, coming toward me. "Don't be crazy, Isabella!" I dodged her and put Melissa in front of me. "Yeah, bitch, don't be crazy, you already are," Melissa said sarcastically. "Get out of the way and shut up, you crazy bitch." Isabella spoke to Melissa, and I heard Julia laugh.

Marchessa looked at Izzy with a gleam of hatred, her eyes shooting darts. “Many a shifter has met an unfortunate accident in Daikon. I would hate for that to happen to you,” Marchessa said, looking in Izzy’s eyes as she spoke. “Oh dear, either you do speak to outsiders or you no longer consider me one, whichever the cast may be, I am pleased to see you no longer need to use a thirteen year old to relay your message. That must be exhausting,” Izzy said as she leaned against the table watching Marchessa. She took a bite of her roll and chewed slowly, keeping her eye on the dark-haired girl.

Isuzu spent the rest of the day, practising getting in the world of pitch black and getting out of it. While Celeste and Iowa would support her from the outside, pulling her out if she could not. Isuzu entered that world over and over again. The structures inside started to develop even more. “Right, one last time before we eat dinner,” Celeste said as Iowa helped Isuzu settle down as she held her hand. “OK,” Isuzu answered as she held Iowa’s hand tighter. She closed her eyes as her brain started to visualise shapes and patterns in different colours. Isuzu relaxed her muscles but kept her chin up high, and as she opened her eyes,

She started to say, but before the words could finish leaving her mouth, I was on her, crushing my lips against hers and kissing her like my life depended on it. “Mmmmm.” She moaned softly when my hands went around to cup her waist and I felt the front of my jeans bulge immediately. After kissing her for a while and getting a little satisfaction enough to carry me for another week, I pulled my lips away from hers. Melissa looked at me with wide eyes, but instead of complaining like I thought she would, she licked her lips together and smiled at me. “I thought I was getting a hug, Professor Zach,” She spoke.

Zach and Zayn Ari looked like she had seen a ghost and I couldn’t blame her but the truth was that she didn’t know how much we were getting obsessed about her. A memory flashed in my head from when we were in the human world. “Good,” I replied, pleased with Melissa’s compliance. “I’m happy we could agree without creating any more fuss.” “This union won’t last long,” Melissa replied, her tone was cold as she stared daggers at me.

Melissa warned, then picked up her bag to leave. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Isabel yelled, yanking at Melissa’s hair and pushing her back against Jared. Melissa’s breath hitched as she slammed into Jated. He managed to balance the both of them. “Stop this madness, Isabel!" Melissa’s hand trembled, her chest heaving as she tried to contain her boiling anger.

Just then, Zuko's phone rang. The slight startle caused him to lighten his kick as he saw the name on the screen he had been the most worried about seeing these past few days—Melissa. Taking a deep breath, Zuko walked outside the room to answer the call. He greeted Melissa in a relaxed tone, "Ma'am." Melissa unconsciously called out "Zeke" but quickly corrected herself, becoming cautious and reserved. "Mr... Mr. Hamerton, hello."

Melissa, Ivy and Co delved into a moment of synchronous kiss. “Uhmm… hmm…hmmm.” Ivy. She was heavy, deep. Her moan was honestly spinning my head round. Then came Melissa. “Arghh… argh… argh.” She was as noisy as she's always in real life. Then the hand placements. Ivy on Roman's cock, straining against his trousers and Melissa, naughtier, dug her hand in. I looked away quickly, feeling her pull Harry's rod from underneath his elastic trouser. But Zavian intervened, grabbing my chin.

Riya entered Zick's room a few minutes later, with a frown on her face. She walked towards Zick, who was lying on the bed and facing the ceiling. "Zick, what happened to you?" Riya asked in confusion, raising her eyebrows as she sat on the bed next to him. "I can't see Melissa anywhere, didn't you bring her home with you?" Zick sat up and sighed. "Granny, Melissa found a new lover for herself," he said.

“Come on. We’ll get you out of this headspace. A little distraction won’t hurt.” Izzy exhaled, feeling the tension in her shoulders ease just slightly. For the first time in hours, she allowed herself to relax, even if just a little. She didn’t know what the next day would bring, but with Maya by her side, it felt like maybe she could survive it. She picked up her glass again, giving it a small toast to Maya. “To… surviving,” she murmured. Maya clinked her glass against Izzy’s with a grin. “To surviving… and kicking ass while we’re at it.”