Melanie Martinez Fan Names Novels & Stories

“Shut up!” Jack punched my arm lightly. His face was annoyed, but then he chuckled. “She is something. What do you think about her?” “Melanie?” “No, the princess of nowhere. Of course, Melanie.” I laughed at his sarcastic remark. “That’s why Melanie is my woman’s best friend.” “Your woman.” Jack touched his chin. “The annoying Omega? What is her name?” He patted his chin. “Ah, Anna! Anna Warren.”

“Melanie is not just your enemy, Marcus. She is my enemy as well. I share your hatred for her. She took something from me too. And if you help me, we can destroy her together.” I studied her again, my instincts screaming at me to be cautious. But there was something in her eyes, something that told me she wasn’t lying. She had a deep, visceral hatred for Melanie, the kind of hatred that could only come from personal loss. “What’s your name?” I asked, my voice steady. “Selena,” she replied, her eyes never leaving mine. “And we can do this together, Marcus. We can bring Melanie down. Take back what’s ours.”

Isaac asked. "Oh, we’re the presidents of the fan club," she said, wrapping an arm around a small boy on her other side. "Right, Mateo?" "Uh-huh," the kid mumbled, shoveling popcorn into his mouth while staring at the mascots. Preston’s—no, Santiago’s—fan club. The kid looked like a carbon copy of the star player. "You're Isaac, right?" she asked. "That's me." "Finally! I’m Valeria, Santiago’s sister. And this little monster is my son, Mateo."

Running out the door, I run into a female just a little shorter than me, causing her to fall back on her ass. "Watch where you're going, Nerd," comes the high-pitched squeal of my second least favorite person at this school Melanie Simmons, the twin sister of Matt and Damon's on-and-off girlfriend. Melanie thinks she is such hot shit because she is the only female born of a higher-ranked male. She classifies herself as the resident "it" girl and the biggest bitch in the pack. Although I don't think she has any room to brag about it, I have seen her on the training field. For a Gamma's daughter, you would assume she would be a highly-skilled fighter, but she's not. The Gamma complains about i

This one is really hyper. "Hi, I'm Seraphena Ariel, but you can call me Sariel." I smiled back at her. She let go of my hand, and they introduced themselves one by one: Aster, Kaelyn, Knight, and the last one was Kenzie, the one who had been talking a lot earlier. "Hello, Sariel, I'm Mackenzie. You can call me Kenzie for short because my name is already long, but can I call you mine?" Meli immediately hit him for what he said.

"That's fine. I'm actually going to him now. Santoz Martinez connected me to him..." "Santoz Martinez!" The pleasant look on her face turned to horror. "Call me Julie. I'm Juliet Baker, Boyle's sister." Julie tried to correct the frown on her face. It was too late though. Melinda got the awareness that she wasn't the only one who didn't fancy Santoz much. She widened her eyes as she regarded the woman under a different spectrum. "Did you just say you're Juliet..." "Yes darling. I'm the J of B&J. Not to brag, but, I earned the title." She whisper yelled.

“Elodie Martinez Marcel!” I froze when it hit me that she was the same Elordie! My Luna.

"Soonest possible." "Why?" Jenson pulled a face. "But, you know her full name?" "Mykaela Nielsen. Nickname's Kel." ×

She wore a light blue shirt that had the words 'eat me' in big pink letters over a picture of a piece of chocolate cake. She had a pair of dark blue jeans that had a couple tears in them. Though what really caught my attention was the pair of shoes that were probably originally white, painted to look like chocolate cake. "I guess." I said to her. "My name is Melanie, but everyone calls me Mel. It's nice to finally meet the girl everyone is buzzing about. You don't smell like a rogue or sound like one." Oddly I didn't feel annoyed by the statement, I figured I would, but I mean it is the truth. I was for all intent and purposes a rogue.

– Melissa seemed like the calmest person in the world. – Melissa Lascuran? You're Melissa Lascuran? You're crazy! What is this crazy woman doing here? You ruined Liz's face, I was with her. You're sick. – Sabrina now looked terrified. – That's it! Oh, I'm even emotional now, my fame precedes me! – Melissa smiled and dramatically placed her hand on her chest. – I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you, but yes, I am Melissa Lascuran!