Melanie Martinez Family Novels & Stories

: Andrea Martinez had always been known as a bright and ambitious young woman. Growing up in a middle-class family in a small town, she had dreams that stretched far beyond the limits of her surroundings. Her father, Alejandro Martinez, was the proud owner of a successful construction company that had been thriving for decades. Andrea admired her father's dedication and work ethic, often spending weekends at his office, fascinated by the bustling world of business.

"My mother worked hard as a waitress - it was honest work providing for me. Besides, your father is my father too." Natalia waved her hand dismissively. "Waitress, maid, potato, potahto, it's all the same." Melanie turned helplessly to Hardin. "Please, tell me you won't allow this." Hardin watched her impassively, his hazel eyes showing nothing. "Our marriage is dissolved, Melanie. You have no right to be here anymore." "How can you be so cold?" she whispered in despair. “I do not know you to be a troublemaker Melanie,” he looked at her coldly. “You have to leave right now.”

Melanie smiled and further made her kneel to the floor with both her hands touching the door, then she lay her legs on her back and leaned back on the chair. Her father and step mother could only watch with anger and not say anything. "now you Quincy, since your the eldest you'll run over to the kitchen and get me a nice cup of coffee in the next two minutes,else your dead! " Melanie snapped and Quincy ran away like a mad dog. The old Mr Beckham could not keep his anger in anymore. "you really enjoy tormenting your own family and siblings don't you? You ungrateful brat! " He snapped and immediately got choked my an unknown force.

(MELANIE MARTINEZ POV): I watched with great interest as she moved her body like a delicate flower. The way she swayed with ease and passion amazed me immensely. I couldn't believe it myself. This was what I wanted for myself when I get older. I literally daydreamed of the day hundreds of men would watch me in action as I portray my talent on that stage. But little did I know that my twin sister already had my life planned out for me. Hello, my name is Melanie Martinez and this is my story. The story of my unfortunate life and how I got to meet a powerful demon king, Denver Hale.

Darvan stepped in, leaning on the doorframe, arms folded, watching him. Martinez didn’t look up. “What I heard… is it true?” Darvan asked. Martinez remained quiet, still studying a blueprint. Darvan walked in slowly. "How did it happen? What does the Sinclair family have to do with it?" This time, Martinez turned to him, his face tired but calm. "Is that why you’re here? To confirm what your mother said?" He paused, then chuckled softly, almost bitterly. "Did I just say 'your mother? Well, you are her husband’s child, anyway."

"May we meet Jude? Tonight is the Blue Moon. Let's see if we're compatible. But to ease your conscience, we'll do things your way." Melanie's calling, so I hang up in Chiara's face asking, "What's happening?" Choked up, she answers, "She's gone, Jude. She couldn't sustain the bite. We're shipping her home. I'm done with all the shenanigans. You were right. This family is all we have. Marisol and Rojelio are returning home. Once Mama's buried, most of us vowed we're never leaving or opening our borders again." "It's my fault," I whimper.

DOMINIC’s POV. Adrenaline pulse through my veins as I watch him walk into the private room in the clubhouse. I am surprised he actually agreed to come to a place like this. I have his file and I know everything about him. His parents died in a plane crash when he was just seven and Mr Velazquez’s sister whose husband was part of the rescue team then decided to adopt and take care of little Martinez. The old couple are already dead but Martinez is still here playing family. The mere sight of him disgusts me and the only thing I want to do now is put a bullet into his brain and watch him die slowly and painfully.

“Hear me out first. Martinez is a very manipulative man and he would be counting on two things today. First, the fact that I wouldn’t want to do something that would upset my mother deliberately. Second is the fact that I wouldn’t want to do something that would tarnish my image, mostly my family’s name.” she explained hurriedly. “What is….”

Melanie smiled and said, “I have a house in the city of Seattle.” Melanie had been adopted into the Moom family from the children's home. I didn't know. Where was this house she was talking about, but Andrew and I followed the address she gave us and drove there. It was a very run down place, and Melanie walked very cautiously. It looked like that? It was the most important thing in her memory. She led us inside. It was an old, untidy house. She took a set of keys from her bag and opened the door. There was a withered pear tree inside. She explained to us softly: “This is where I lived before I went to the children's home! I used to have parents, but unfortunately they died in a car accident

Melanie is the boss in our twinship. “I was embarrassed, ashamed.” I shutter, my gaze going to the forest once more. Zeke has been itching for a run, but we have been in outside territories, and that’s never good. “Mom and dad value the mate bond. Not to mention, it’s your time to shine Mel, you gave birth, I couldn’t take that from you.” “But they also value family, and Enzo is family.” She argues, a bite to her words, and fury in her irises. “You know we would have dropped everything and rushed to your side. I think mom is a little hurt that Fletcher’s family met Enzo before us.”