Melanie Meaning Novels & Stories

She is not so tall like the rest, but she possesses more curves. “V-Valeriana,” I choke out, still processing my surroundings. “Such a pretty name,” she says loudly, her face switching into one of excitement. She begins to clap her fingers together. “I'm Melanie. Don’t you worry about him. He can be quite a big bully most times. I'm sure it's not you—he’s just been very restless lately, so it's making him agitated—his wolf, I mean. I'll drag him to come apologize later.” She rushes out all in one breath, switching her facial expressions as she speaks animatedly.

To our parents, no less. That’s the most messed-up part of the whole situation. No one really knows why the guy went out of his way to utterly ruin my family’s reputation. It didn’t matter that Melanie never actually slept with anyone, or that she’d left that hobby behind long before she wed, or that she was married now to a man who knew all along and didn’t care. What mattered were the words people threw at her. Slut. Skank. Whore. Unforgivable. Unlovable.

"Not exactly famous, sweet pea. But I own a business that a lot of people know about. That's why they were interested to see me.Now come on, let’s get your bags and go!" A sly smile formed on Melanie's lips as she contemplated her next moves. Each person who wronged her was in for a shock. Oh how she couldn’t wait.