Melanie Watt Novels & Stories

Even her dress code is black. "I never liked you from the first day," she says picking a fry from my plate and I silently groan. Bitch. "Why? because my level is so high to your reach?" Mel asks flipping her hair back and showing off her red-manicured nails. There is no way you can compare the two. Melanie has class and manners compared to the witch. The woman scoffs taking another fry and I push my plate to her, where did she come from? "Anyway, how is your crazy son doing?" that earns her a warning growl from my mate's mother and me. She is really a bitch.