Mel Waters Novels & Stories

Raymond yelled, his voice thunderous, but Melissa wasn’t fazed. “Is this what you call a house?” she sneered. “This is nothing compared to my mother’s mansion. Do you know who I am? I’m the only child of Rachel de Leon. I can destroy you with the snap of a finger, so watch your mouth around me. If not for the respect I have for Eureka, you’d already be in jail for daring to touch me.” “It’s okay, Mel," Eureka begged, holding her furious friend. “You need to leave right now.”

Kaira ran back into the house while mom remained watching us like a hawk. "We are waiting, Arianna," I said as we were all sited in the living room watching her. *Well---" she took in a deep breath, "Melissa isn't an ordinarily human, she's a human but not an ordinary one," "Okay we are all ears ma'am," Dean said a little too impatient. I placed my hand on his arm since he was siting right next to me. "Well, Melissa is part of the mermaid community, she's not a mermaid herself but she's queen Leah's daughter,she's my sister,"

I nodded as he dropped his hands to my elbows. “I haven't known you for a long time. In fact, I've only known you for three days, but I can tell that you're an amazing person. You are kind and you are patient, and that should be what you're proud of. So, Elliot doesn't choose you? You're beautiful enough to choose someone else. You move past that because you're better than that. “It's not about your weight. Look at that gorgeous woman in the water. That's enough to move on.”

“ Everything is ready . You have access to the system for the next twelve hours without them knowing that an intruder has entered the system . “ said Mel . “ You didn’t use your account yet you were able to make the opening last for more than twelve hours ?!…..Wow , you are a genius . “ said Jack amazed . “ Of course I am . Both Luna and I connected thanks to studies . “ said Mel with a proud smirk as she went towards the door . “ Where are you going ? “ asked Jack rushing after her . “ I am going to release some anger in the training field of the underground base , wanna come ? I could really use you as a perfect punching bag . “ said Mel clenching her fists in front of Jack . “ No , thanks

Mel reaches over and squeezes his hand, and I see him relax slightly at her touch. “What do you do when you're not at the hospital?” Killian asks. “Read, mostly. Cook when I have time. I've been teaching Mel to make real pasta instead of the stuff that comes in boxes.” “How's that going?” “She burned water last week,” David says, grinning. “But she's getting better.” “I did not burn water,” Mel protests. “I let it boil too long.” “The pot was completely dry when I got there.” “Minor detail.”

Mike was in his room, checking his wardrope when he heard the water splash. He didn't need any prophet to tell him who would be that. Melissa, his son's girlfriend, had come over again to cool her body in the swimming pool. He walked to the window which was directly opposite the swimming pool and watched as she was swimming happily. Melissa is a very beautiful lady, endowed at perfect places. She had a charming smile, a kind of smile that would make you think that she's trying to seduce you.

She was on her knees, head bowed, hands clenched against the dirt. I tried to rush to her, but Kael blocked me. “Step back. She is not stable.” I grabbed him by the collar. “Get out of my way.” Zara yanked me back. “Jamal! Look at her first.” I did. And my stomach twisted. Melissa lifted her head slowly. Her eyes were glowing. Not bright like mine when the pulse activated. Hers looked like molten gold, swirling as if something inside her was moving. She spoke again.

Questions swirled in her mind. Slowly, compelled by curiosity, Melissa retraced her steps toward the bed. She approached silently, mindful not to disturb the sleeper. As she drew closer, she caught a glimpse of a flawlessly chiseled profile—a face defined by dark features, thick eyelashes, and raven-black hair. "Jeremy Nobody...?" Melissa whispered, her voice betraying both surprise and disbelief. How on earth did she end up in his house?

“You’re all feral little monkeys,” Rosa mutters, kneading dough with theatrical aggression. “I’m not wild,” River defends, her mouth full of buttery bread. “I’m energetic. Totally different.” R-i-g-h-t. Of course. Totally. She’s seated beside Mel at the long table, her plate smeared with jam and crumbs, her feet swinging under her chair. I’m surprised to see Mel looking this steady. Or out of her room. At the funeral, she collapsed. Deimos had to sedate her just to calm the storm inside her. But now — there’s color in her cheeks again. Her eyes are tired but clear.

My gaze remained fixed on the door as I wondered who the man was and what his intentions were for helping me out. “You'll be alright,” the doctor reported, retracting his stethoscope from my chest. “You just need a little rest,” he continued. I tilted my head in all directions and as soon as he walked away, I turned to my right side. My memories reeled in like a movie tape, building up a migraine along with it. I could recall the brutal scene. That was how I wanted to describe it. I was too humiliated to admit I let him have his way. These memories came with pain. Elaine was a monster, I said to myself. A ruthless, self-obsessed demon, I cried.