Melanie Martinez Fanart Novels & Stories

I flashed my best smile and was immediately slapped with cold water. "You can wipe that smirk off your face, Martinez! I'm warning you right now, if you think you're going to seduce me, forget it. It's not going to happen." And if you try, I'll rip your nails out with pliers. Do we understand?" Melissa made my smile falter, and I stared at the woman on the screen in front of me. "Understood..." I said in a whisper.

My hands tremble slightly as I reach for my toes, ignoring her completely. “Silent treatment, huh?” She continues with a smirk. “Must be hard, knowing you’re a weakling in a room full of strength. Do us all a favour and quit now.” I bite the inside of my cheek and stay silent, pretending she doesn’t exist. Isolation feels safer anyway. I pull my arms over my head, feigning indifference, though the stares and muffled laughter around me are hard to ignore. The doors slam open suddenly, and every head snaps toward the entrance. A woman strides in like she’s about to lead an army into battle. She’s built like a warrior, muscles rippling under her tight black tank top, her movements precise and c

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.

I was about to ask what he meant by that, but I stopped when Eros spoke to introduce the woman beside him. “This is Melanie Cervantes, my girlfriend. She’s a model at Lustrous Company,” Eros introduced. Melanie shook Kaizer’s hand, which he accepted, while she kissed me on the cheek. I had heard a lot about that company, and I could say it was incredibly successful since its products were very popular, especially among women. “Nice to meet you,” Melanie said. She smiled at us, and I couldn’t help but be amazed at how elegant she looked in her bodycon dress.

She notices that March is struggling with her hair, she chuckles as she bends her head slightly, giving March access to her hair. Melanie's hair was packed in a tight ponytail. She strides inside the mini room that is inside the studio and changes back into her dress. March takes Melanie’s purse from the table and walks up to her. “I am your assistance,” March says with a beautiful smile on her face. “My name is March Tyler, I'm at your service.” She bows respectfully to her. Melanie smiles back at her. “I’m Melanie Watson.” Melanie smiles, bringing out her hand for a handshake.

she paused. "I have finally got it because it has always been mine," now her voice turned firm and sharp. Melanie's gaze finally travelled towards Arthur who was glaring at her. She balled her fists by looking at him and then stepped closer to him. "And you…Arthur Waylen…you had always wanted to harm and hurt my dignity from the very beginning. You had always wanted to know how it feels to get inside my panties…don't you…bestfriend?" Melanie laughed and closed the rational distance between their bodies.

“My husband bought it for me just recently. Now, I need to get back home first, but I’ll talk to you again later, right? You’ve come home from abroad—I think that’s an occasion befitting me treating you to a diner.” Mateo did not reject her offer. “Mm, sounds great! Honestly, I just wanna catch up with you over a hearty meal,” he said. “See you soon; be careful while on the road. Oh, and by the way, your daughter is incredibly gorgeous… just like her mother.” Melanie’s face flushed pink. She drove and fled the parking basement in a frenzy. She was really starting to think that the girl Mateo referred to was herself… But could it be? Could his crush really be Melanie Lark?!

he leaned forward, that annoying smile on his face. “That is why you had her wear this slutty outfit.” “What?!” That seems to be the only thing I was capable of saying right now, that and my thoughts out loud. “Melanie, you want my vote don’t you? Martha is currently convincing my colleague to vote for her, I can simply decide not to vote, that is what I would do if you refuse my offer. Don’t you want to win this?” I swallow, “I do.” I whisper, “Then hurry up and fuck the priest already.”

Melanie I had been in the art room for hours, my mind numb from the colorful swirl of paints and brushes. It had been a quiet escape, a brief moment of peace from the whirlwind of events that had taken over my life in the last few days. But even here, there was no true comfort. No matter how much I immersed myself in the strokes of my brush, the weight of everything that had happened—the lies, the rumors, the pressure to conform to a life I wasn’t sure I was ready for—remained.

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.