Melanie Gaydos Novels & Stories

“Sorry, you’re?" Lisa did not recognize the woman. Melanie acted like an old friend of Lisa’s and patted her shoulder with a smile, "Hey, don’t you remember me? I'm Mel! Melanie Thayer!" Lisa was quiet and looked like she was trying to recall.

If Dakota wants to play games and sweetie, I can play games too. As I gather my things to go, my phone dings. It is Melanie. She sends me a picture of Dakota all snuggled up to the blonde at the bar. I need to hire this girl to do private investigations for the firm. I text back *looks like fun, see if they will let you join* She doesn’t respond.

“Melissa, what did the director say? Is it true?” “Yes, it’s true,” Melissa spat, clenching her jaw. “Kaitlyn Devers is the new face of the campaign.” Hailey looked shocked, her eyes wide with disbelief. “But... how? She’s not even in the fashion industry!” “Lorenzo thinks she’s some kind of golden ticket,” Melissa muttered, stepping into the elevator, Hailey following close behind. “But he doesn’t know what he’s dealing with.”

She is standing right next to me. "Damon Winters, you think that you are all that? You should be happy that I am even trying to get your attention. I have a young lover. Much younger than you. What makes you think that you are so wonderful? You are as old as I am," Melanie shouts as she jumps out of the bed and into the dress she has placed carefully next to the bed.

Last time, I saw her slipping out of our station director's office. "How does someone that morally bankrupt even get a job as a reporter? Melanie once made up a story claiming a woman had suffered seven miscarriages and gone through 23 pregnancies. "Who in their right mind would believe something that ridiculous? You'd have to be brain-dead to fall for it." "Anyone else seen the other headline floating around? Melanie's been having an affair with the CEO of Glover Group. Now it all makes sense. They cooked up those rumors about Mrs. Glover's pregnancies and miscarriages. It's sick."

My eyes caught a random message, the reflection of the bright screen light piquing my curiosity, i clicked on it right away - unsure of what to expect. [ Hi, I'm detective Davis from PD and I'm hoping we could meet.] I sighed, taking a stretch - it had been just three hours since I'd asked Marceline to report Camille missing and now i was already getting an invite from a detective. I scoffed - the police were truly efficient. I set the phone aside, casually swinging my legs to kill off the boredom - Since i was invited,it would be bad if i didn't go.... wouldn't it?" ******************

Chapter 1: Alejandro's First Temptation Melanie sat in the middle of the large king-sized bed inside her luxurious penthouse in Los Angeles. At twenty-four years old, extremely wealthy from her family's fortune, she remained a virgin. It had been her fantasy for a long time. Using her money and connections, she secretly hired five stunning men for a special "competition."

Carl asked “Why is he asking me questions, who is he?” Melanie asked looking from her mom to the doctor “Answer the question Mel” Sophia urged her “No, I can’t remember how the accident happened but I knew we were in an accident” Melanie answered “Do you remember where you work?” the doctor asked “Yes, I work at Mason Realty, although it was recently I started work there” Melanie replied “What is your job role at Mason Realty?” the doctor asked ‘I’m the personal assistant to the CEO”

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.

"Xavier! Come out and see me!" Somehow, Melanie had forced her way through the first security line. In the downpour, she held up a half-soaked velvet box. Inside lay a cheap green ring. It was one half of a pair we had bought from a street stall after our first wedding. Melanie said in a broken voice, "I was diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer… They say I have three months at most… Please have pity on me." Angela's fingers tightened around mine. The woman known as the "mad dog" of Wesson Street was trembling slightly with reddened eyes. She was scared that my heart would ultimately soften toward Melanie.