Melanie Martinez Tumblr Novels & Stories

Her hands and feet were icy, and her entire body was trembling. Melanie would be humiliated if she made a mistake on stage, especially since Lily was present. She could not let that happen. "This young lady may be a little nervous. It’s alright, have a rest if you’re tired. Let's get someone else." Melanie interrupted the host, who was trying to salvage the situation, "I'm sorry… I was just distracted." Melanie tried to make her smile look natural. "My name is Melanie Thayer. I’m a perfumer at MN Inc. in Sapphine."

Gray scoffed. “The only thing that will help is chemical castration.” “Yeah? Fuck you too!” But he just shrugged. Then we heard the voices of the two women come closer, and I sent him a glare that told him to be nice. “And here’s where the magic happens,” Melanie said with a smile, and gestured for Catherine to enter. Gray did as told and reached out a hand to greet her. “Grayinic,” he said politely. “But everybody calls me Gray.” “I’m Martina. Nice to meet you.”

The ceramic was warm in my hand, soothing me better than the hot shower I'd just gotten out of. Melanie had gotten the brilliant idea to feed me tea before cooking me anything to eat. She's apparently been researching a bunch of mommy blogs while she'd been stuck at customs trying to get Zayed's paperwork faxed over to get him his visa. She'd gone down some kind of rabbit hole and had found a bunch of anti-nausea recipes that she'd been dying to give me the second she'd gotten home. It was so fucking cute that I squeezed her immediately.

Chapter One. MELANIE'S POINT OF VIEW "Holy shit! I'm done for!", I screamed as I jumped out of bed. You must be wondering why I'm freaking out when it's only minutes past five in the morning but trust me when I tell you that I have legitimate reason to freak out. I'm Melanie Wright, twenty-seven years old and... That's about all that's important about me, I don't have much of a life. I graduated from school at twenty-two and worked multiple jobs for about two years before landing a job in the almighty Knight Incorporated.

*** general POV *** [ A WEEK LATER ] The place was getting dark as Melanie sat in the dark tarvan at a small city in Mexico. She had a small compass in her palms and her eyes followed all its movements. The people inside were either drinking, gambling or f*cking their lives out in the stinky, smelly and dirty tarvan. It was no place for good girls. Melanie was a definition of good girl given that she doesn't drink smokes and is not a slut. She was getting restless when the front door busted open and an old man who looked like he was in his late seventies walked in.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

~Zara Todd’s POV~ “ We don’t much time to enjoy our lives. Life is too short to enjoy ourselves. So, I want to live every moments of life like there is never a thing called tomorrow. Today is what we have and I want to have and I want to live in today, always” Melanie says as she plops down on the bed and stares ceiling curling her fingers and making it into hand binoculars. I steer my head towards her. I had never thought the girl who knows how to rock, how to do parties and how to be chilled out all the time knows the depth of life in such a way.

When she’s done, she presents us with a pasta dish with bacon and rapini that I could have prepared with one hand tied behind my back—in half the time and with half the mess. Dinner passes much the same way it did the night before, with Melanie talking about her art and her self-discovery, never saying much about the man she went to New Mexico with, Jack—except to insinuate it ended badly. Only tonight she’s touchy and flirtatious, batting eyelashes at me and brushing my arm as she talks. She only speaks to Hazel to make her feel unwelcome.

I wanted to say yes, to let the heaviness behind my ribs soften, but the words caught at the back of my throat. "Tell me something real," I said instead. "Not about campaigns or houses or who married what last year. Tell me what you actually want." Melanie's expression softened. For a moment she looked like a person, not a social satellite. "I want a life where I'm not expected to be pleased with other people's success," she said. "I want a kitchen that doesn't belong to anyone else and," she laughed, absurd and sharp, "a cat that doesn't have a T*****r manager."

mom said panicking and then we heard a voice. "Don't worry ma'am that's why am hear I have got that covered for miss downs"a blonde with a great height and body said,,I raised a brown at her and she understood I Was asking where she came from. "Oh am sorry Mrs Downs and Miss downs am..." "Your Lillian Martinez the famous makeover artist OMG I can't believe your at my house but how come I have tried to book so many appointments but it always gets canceled I can't believe am meeting you face to face"my mom smiled revealing her dimples