Melanie Martinez Characters Novels & Stories

Sharon stared into the dark of the night and dialed another number. The call connected quickly. On the other end came Melanie's delighted voice. "Sharon! You're done with work already? That's great! Tomorrow I'll take you around Yuicuador—oh, where are you right now? I'll come pick you up. You hardly ever visit, so we've got to make the most of the nightlife!" Melanie lived in Yuicuador. After graduating, she had spent some time working in Marcentine before her family called her back.

Melanie said in consolation. Melanie couldn't help her tears too when Bianca couldn't stop crying. She had left the kids in the care of Charles, her husband before leaving for the store to get groceries just like he had asked her to. "How could Charles be this careless with children?" She cried in her thoughts grabbing Bianca by the arm while still carrying Romeo with the other hand. Melanie have always felt super strong, lifting heavy things that most women wouldn't dare to and most times people watched her with awe as she does that.

Maria’s swollen eyes greeted me. She had been crying . I was glad to see her in this state. After I had come across that contract my hate for Maria has spanned beyond what it normally was. Seeing her in pain brought me happiness. She was a monster just like my father and monsters like her deserved nothing but pain. However, my happiness came to halt the minute she opened her mouth. “Melanie is missing,”

Martina felt like the universe had finally succeeded in mocking her. “You have been a fool all your life, Martina” Hardin growls, his lips curving up in a mocking smirk, “you have always been a fool” “I trusted you, Melisa” Martina cried out, “I was there for you when..” “Oh, shut it” Melissa interrupted her, “you didn’t make me Martina” she grabbed a hold of her hair and yanked her closer, “you were only a stepping stone to give me the life I wanted Martina, i never saw you as a friend and neither did I see you as an enemy either. You have done what you should for us, i think it is time to get rid of you now”

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

*** general POV *** [ A WEEK LATER ] The place was getting dark as Melanie sat in the dark tarvan at a small city in Mexico. She had a small compass in her palms and her eyes followed all its movements. The people inside were either drinking, gambling or f*cking their lives out in the stinky, smelly and dirty tarvan. It was no place for good girls. Melanie was a definition of good girl given that she doesn't drink smokes and is not a slut. She was getting restless when the front door busted open and an old man who looked like he was in his late seventies walked in.

Nicholas. Melanie felt dizzy hearing him speak about Nicholas finding his mate, she held on tightly to the door. She felt a strange energy within her, she couldn't really tell what it was, but she knew she wasn't the same person who stepped into the ward a few minutes ago. Within her was this strange confidence that she could make Nicholas conscious, she walked out of the ward waiting for Mr. Escobar to leave. Melanie walked back to the reception pretending to be asleep, as she awaited Mr. Escobar's exit. Mr. Escobar cried his eyes out, his eyes were teary and red, "Come back quickly Nicholas". He wiped his tears away and left the ward. Melanie saw him leave but decided to wait a lit

Xavier i’m surprised to find Melanie sitting at the kitchen island when I come downstairs. I’ve worked out, showered, and done a couple of hours of work at my desk but it’s still only ten in the morning. Melanie almost never gets up before noon. “Good morning,” I say civilly. “Coffee?” “Please.” She widens her eyes emphatically. “I’ve missed good coffee.” I don’t take the bait. I don’t ask more about her life in New Mexico or why she didn’t have good coffee, I don’t even return her smile. I just load up the Nespresso and pour two cups.

"This is the manager's office. What is a mere waitress doing here?" Shane panicked at her words and hurriedly tried to explain. "Mom, it's not what you think. She is—" Melanie cut him off. "I may be ordinary, but your family isn’t as noble as you think," she said, her voice calm but cutting. "A family that treats human life like a plaything is no different from a hell soaked in blood. Don’t you have nightmares at night?" From the moment she entered, Patricia's gaze at Melanie had been sharp enough to cut. Melanie had intended to show some respect, considering Patricia was an elder. Since she refused to show any courtesy, Melanie felt no need to be polite.

“What does it matter? When you two get married, she'll be working for you anyway. Where are you from? Who are your parents?” Melanie scammed the area around her quickly, looking for someone to save her, put her out of her misery. She still couldn’t find Leila and Erin was still having conversations with her employers. She spotted Calvin across the room, chatting with some other men and women that she recognized from their visits and appointments at the office as his business partners and shareholders. He looked handsome and confident, and Melanie couldn’t help but feel proud to be his girlfriend in that moment. But then a sharp rise in the tone of the older woman in front of her summoned her