Melanie Martinez Oliver Tree Novels & Stories

The sound of crickets filled the dark night as we maneuvered our way through thick branches and tree stems that had fallen on the path. Somehow we made it to Valeras. “I am never giving into your invitations for an outing again.” I muttered, narrowly avoiding a toad that had hopped out of nowhere at me. A soft chuckle escaped Keyleth's lips, her steps slowing as we walked further. We were barely a few feet from the castle gates when the sound of snapping twigs made us halt. Keyleth’s hand brushed my arm, her eyes darting around the shadows. “Oliver,” she whispered.

"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.

Olivia grew impatient and decided to approach Melanie, who was standing beneath the cherry blossom tree. "Well, if it isn't Melanie Jones! You came to the Morgans' residence dressed so casually. Has Jones Enterprise fallen on hard times?" Melanie turned her head to see a woman decked in finery, her eyes gleaming with arrogance. Olivia Hans? Melanie had not expected her here. Melanie did not want to engage in arguments with outsiders at the Morgans', but Olivia would not let it go. "You seemed completely unaffected by Lena and Bryan's betrayal. Your ambitions must be quite grand if you're in a rush to curry favor with Madam Morgan.