Melanie Bright Novels & Stories

That was when I realized that using the matches comes with a price, so in this life, I deliberately let you take them. "I just wanted to watch you suffer the backlash, to see your body rot like mine did before, and to watch you cling to life in unbearable pain." The more she spoke, the more excited she became. She even held up her phone to film my miserable state. "Renee, this is going to be the best you'll look for the next ten years, so let me capture it. Over the next decade, everything from your bones to your hair will slowly rot away, and you'll live in agony every single day."

Melanie descended the staircase, her amber eyes—so like Amber's—blazing with barely contained fury. Melissa instinctively shrank back in her seat. The Luna's rage was palpable, rolling off her in waves that made the air feel thick and oppressive. "You," Melanie hissed, pointing a manicured finger directly at Melissa. "How dare you show your face in my home after stealing my daughter's fiancé?" Before she could reach Melissa, Victoria stepped smoothly into her path. "Mother, please. This isn't the place." "Don't tell me where I can speak in my own pack house," Melanie snapped, trying to move around Victoria.

With a sly smile, Melanie slowly slipped off her coat to reveal the lingerie beneath it, her movements slow and deliberate, aiming to please Ezra. She knew Ezra would take the bait, and she would do anything to make him happy. She figured Ezra would be upset that Shermaine had left home, but even during his sadness, she was confident she could entice him. Melanie couldn't help but think—Shermaine was gone, and this was her chance to become the true Mrs. Yarbrough. With that thought, she spun around, ready to make her move, but the sight of Ezra caught her off guard.

We failed. I waited for Elsa to answer Maxwell's question. "Unlike me, Keith has magic, and he can see things. He might know something that we don't. Maybe he saw her value. After all, the three of you didn't; that was why you exposed her the way you did here in Redcape. Keith might have seen her value and queued in. He had been actively looking for a Luna for a while now; what else would be more valuable and powerful than a Luna that is also a Valkin Alpha like him with magical abilities? He struck gold," she said, sounding sad. Had she just confirmed that Scarlett is a Valkin Alpha?

(DELANIE POV): It's been two weeks now and hav not fulfilled Mama G's task of getting melanie. I have noticed that someone has been keeping an eye on me and i am sure she was the one who sent that particular person. Melanie taking a bath tonight will help me finish this off. Surely my dear sister will not want such video of herself bathing in an abandoned building to come out right? ...hours later... "Okay Melanie, lets go." i said to her. "I'm not really sure i want to do this Delanie. It feels like something is going to backfire on me." Melanie said.

“And see if there’s anything left of the man I loved.” Silence. “Or if he’s just another crack in a broken system.” Damien nodded slowly. “I’ll arrange it. Public place.” “Of course,” she said. “Everything has to be public now.” Later, alone in her apartment, Melanie stood before the mirror. She barely recognized the woman looking back. Stronger. Sharper. Eyes that no longer searched for permission. Her phone buzzed again. Unknown Number: You’re being reasonable. Unknown Number: Don’t let Cross turn you into a casualty of his war.

Doctor Melanie purposely paused as she was uneasy. She was a shy female. Her only job was to treat the wolves. She had never been noticed by the Beta or the alpha and she was afraid to get noticed by them at all after what she saw yesterday. That being mentioned, she needed to be sure with her words. "No way. I had never seen her until that day. But what is the use of talking about it now... I am certain the words of her deeds must have spread in the entire pack." he tapped at the place next to him on bed, motioning her to sit with him.

Clara played along wit a smile. "There you are" Melanie voice came for the behind and Clara craned her neck to the side to look at her friend. Melanie wore beaded peach dress. He hair was tied up into a bun and adorned with pins. She looked more beautiful without her glasses. Her honey irises complimented her skin and hair. She looked gorgeous. "Wow, you look like a queen in this dress" Melanie said as she came out stand next to her brother. "Thank you, Mel. You don't look bad yourself" Clara told her.

That much pain she was enduring but wasn't even allowed to tell about it to anyone because nobody cared. Melanie was mopping the floor. Even other servants felt pity on her the way Amara behaved with her and treated her like an animal but the thing which stunned them was Melanie never tried to scream or cry in pain. They had barely seen her crying or even talking to anyone. She was like a walking dead body. The cheerful, bold and brave Melanie which they used to see, had died the same day as her father. She was doing her work of mopping when she saw those footsteps standing before her. She slowly trailed her eyes up and saw Amara staring at her with a cunning smirk on her face.

"I'm sorry, Elliot. I didn't mean to." Though Elliot was cursing her out in his head, he kept up his pitiful act on the outside. "It's okay, I don't blame you. Hearing about Dariel's death threw me off too. Why don't you head back first? I need to go home and break the news to Mom." Relieved, Melissa had her driver take him home. She desperately needed some peace and quiet. But just as she reached the hospital lobby, her phone rang. "Ms. Wright, we pulled a body out. The face is severely burned and completely unrecognizable, but… he's wearing a cinnabar bracelet on his wrist."