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"But I believe you didn't include Martina, the witch, in that group of people, did you?" Melanie said that pretending to be genuinely horrified, and I understood she was just trying to lighten the mood with that joke about Oliver's ex-wife. "Let's say Martina is the evil witch in this story, then," I agreed, joining in the fun, and we both burst into laughter together. I truly liked Melanie, and even though it was my first time in Brian's stunning, luxurious duplex penthouse apartment, I felt welcomed and comfortable. It was truly surprising for me, as I wasn't accustomed to such luxury.

“Anna? You scare me! Please, don’t be like this.” “Mel, tell me. What are we?” Melanie looked at me as if I were losing my mind. “Are we werewolves?” Melanie stared at me as if I had grown thorns on my head. “Of course, we are werewolves. We are she-wolves, to be exact.” She grinned. Her dimples made her look sweet. Her oval face, short black hair, brown eyes, and brown skin are exotic. Her full lips look hot, but it’s too bad she was too shy.

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.

They wanted to combine species and create the ultimate race. Melanie is a product of their experiments. She survived when no else had and for all intents and purposes was a success. She is a witch with the dna of a wolf. When she gets mad, her eyes shine with an amber hue and her magic takes the shape of a wolf when used. She is strong, physically and magically. However, she still carries the emotional damage from that time. It doesn’t bother me though. I have baggage of my own that she also knows about. We help each other, and she is my best friend and confidant.

Questions flew at her from all sides. She gaped, shielding the confused twins from view. How on earth had the press gotten wind of her return? After holding up a hand for quiet, she guided Sophie and Matt away through the throng with a polite “No comment for now.” Thank goodness her children’s faces weren’t caught on camera. She had managed to keep them away from her work life all these years. In the airport, Melanie overheard travelers whispering excitedly about her return. "That's Melanie Marshall, she owns that high-end design company in Dublin. Wonder what she's up to now..."

(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.

You got a wife and kids, you see them daily Don't know why you even need me" I find my own voice echoing , bouncing off the bathroom tiled walls. An angel’s voice is all that I hear – there is something about the bathroom that makes my voice sounds so good while singing. However , when I get out of the bathroom – I sound like a dying horse. So right now , I am enjoying the few moments of sounding like a singing idol. I sing along to Melanie Martinez , my favorite singer. Yeah! Call me crazy or weird , but her music always hits home. Some say she’s freaky , weird and plain down creepy ; but I see her in a different light. Her music does sound creepy and sexual , but if you listen to understan

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

I approached them, my face neutral and muscles tense, ready to defend myself if there was any need. "You're a hard person to see" Melanie eyed my frame. She was different from our first encounter. The graceful smile had disappeared, the hate in her eyes was loud. She was like a docile kitten before but now, all her claws were out. "What can I say? I'm busy" I said nonchalantly and she snarled at me. "Get off your high horse already" Lauren shouted, her animosity matching her master's. "In case you don't know, Melanie's position is official. The second full moon has passed and she lives. She’s going to be marked and you are going back to being a bottom barrel servant" Grace added venomously.

Just as Mrs Jones was about to speak in protest, Janet looked around and she was filled with excitement when she said, “Look at Elijah’s mum!” “Yes…in the front seat.” Janet rolled her eyes at her mum’s remark and hurriedly rushed towards Mrs Martinez who was seated elegantly, conversing with one of the most famous retired fashion icons in the world, D’ Mangelo, and to her left was Cece Ferris renowned fashion critic who was the star of the Early Morning Fashion show. “Mrs Martinez, Hi.” Janet greeted with a huge smile on her face. Mrs Martinez looked at her from head to toe through the large dark glasses on her eyes, and was filled with instant disappointment.