Melanie Watt Novels & Stories

Hearing Wyatt say her name sent an involuntary shiver throughout Melanie's body. "I'm fine Wyatt," she said coolly, "Excuse me, I need to get some water." Melanie picked up her empty glass and left the patio, all the while mentally reprimanding herself for the way she had reacted. She had been married and divorced twice, and never even thought of those two much more recent relationships once they ended, but for some reason she couldn't seem to stop her body from trembling the moment Wyatt walked into the room. One of the reasons she hadn't attended any of the previous reunions was because she didn't know how she would react to seeing him again. Twenty years or twenty days, it didn't seem to

"That slutty wench!!!" "Thanks." - I took the cup of steaming coffee from Rachel's hands, my lazy eyes settling on Marceline who was still busy cussing herself out. "You're welcome." - Rachel sat beside me, examining Marceline's angry figure with a subtle smile tugging at the end of her lips. "Bennett, this is why you ought to have been at work - instead of lazying off to who knows where." Marceline paused, her wide eyes blinking, "Huh......"

“You can’t keep ignoring me like this!” Displeasure rose in my chest, my wolf was also getting annoyed and keep snarling at the back of my head. Melanie was one of my trusted employees, aside from that, she was also a werewolf who had followed us here to the human city. We’ve known each other since teens, and I admit me, and Brixton had already fucked her.

Melanie called out running after Elizabeth who ignored her walking ahead with her head high with a long angry face, she could still see fingers stylishly pointing at her, People taking photos of her and people saying stuffs about her but she tried her best to accept it as it is bound to happen hence she is with Almighty Edde Loxley. "Come on Etta, you can't be mad at me I am actually setting up something for you that you will definitely love" Mel said giving Elizabeth that knowing wink and a cocky smile that made Elizabeth wonder… "Mel what have you done?" Elizabeth asked stopping in her lane and turning swiftly to Melanie who still had a smile on her face. "Let's go get a drink while we tal

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..."

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.

Melanie yawned loudly infuriating Scarlett "Bîtch,go brush your teeth. Talking with that kinda mouth odour is commiting murder indirectly" Melanie said with an annoying smile "How dare you!!!?,do you know who am_" "I've heard this line before. Who are you then??,a desperate witch who's worthless and degrading herself?? Or a bloated she-goat who escaped from the farm?? Ion you forgot your senses in the toilet. When you pick it up,talk to me then. Or better still fûck off!" Melanie spat and made to walk away

I reply. Melanie drops her bag on the table, her brown eyes stuck on me. “Don’t cross your boundaries, Lana. I’m your boss’s mother and should be accorded my respect accordingly.” She snaps, wrapping her arm against her chest. “Forgive me if it sounds insulting but I only told you the truth. My dress is none of your concern. I’m Mr Carlsen’s personal assistant and should also be accorded respect, don’t you think, ma’am?” I replied. She clicked her tongue, eyeing me.

Chapter 13: The Art of War Erica's POV The video of Melanie dancing with Damien Cross had been viewed over two million times. Two million people watching my life, my man, my house, my children, being threatened by that pathetic nobody who thought she could fight back. I refreshed the screen again. The comments were vicious. "Who does this Melanie Sterling think she is?" "Homewrecker meets gold digger. Perfect match with Cross." "Team Erica! She was there first!"

"Ms. Sutton, Melanie has always been like this. Besides being nice to Tyrone, she treats everyone else the same. It's not worth it for you to lower yourself to her level and get upset." Heather opened her eyes, "Lucy, what's their relationship?" "Melanie's mother used to care for Mr. Elkin. When her mother passed away, Melanie was still young, so Mr. Elkin took her in. Later, Melanie became a good doctor, so she stayed by Mr. Elkin's side and worked for him." No wonder Melanie was so arrogant. She had been childhood friends with Tyrone. "But, Ms. Sutton, don't misunderstand it. There's nothing between Mr. Elkin and Melanie. Don't pick a fight with him over this. Men don't like jealous women.