Melinda From Speak Novels & Stories

she asked casually. Linda barely lifted her eyes from her phone. “Actually, I do mind. What are you doing?” Melinda leaned back, crossing her legs gracefully. “Taking a seat and having a conversation with you.” Linda finally looked up, her brows came together in irritation. “And you are?” “Melinda,” she said smoothly in a confident tone. “A friend.” Linda scoffed. “Never heard of you, and for the record, I’m not interested in making friends. So, if you don’t mind—” She waved her hand dismissively and returned her focus to her phone.

I give hіm ѕоmе space tо fіll іn thе gарѕ and hе dоеѕn’t dіѕарроіnt mе. “Yeah that… I mеаnt tо tеll уоu about whаt happened.” I nod аnd take a bite оf my ісе сrеаm. “So what wаѕ іt thаt happened, thеn?” I аѕk. “Melinda’s rеаllу ѕmаll. People аrе mеаn tо hеr. It’ѕ nоt fаіr.”

I mumble lowly “I didn’t hear you” she says just to push me “I said yes, it is” I speak louder this time, my eyes welling with tears “Good, for your information Melinda is staying here for the weekend and I don’t want you embarrassing me so make sure you don’t do anything to annoy my guest because I won’t take it lightly with you” she tells me then walks away, her heels clacking each step.

Melinda, who had been bristling with anger, now looked genuinely intrigued, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What!" she exclaimed, her voice softening. "Damn! that's fucking terrible…" Asides from Melinda, we all listened to Ekun's story in rapt attention, Melinda's initial bristliness replaced with empathy, and Meghan's eyes filled with compassion. There was a somber silence, the weight of his words was sinking in.

As far as we knew, Maddie didn’t have a boyfriend. I then grinned at Joe, and our eyes sent a message to each other. Little Miss Madeline lied to Gio. ----- A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for reading my book! I will be uploading chapters for "Speak To Me" on Tuesdays and Thursdays Hawaii Standard Time. I want to thank you for all your support and patience. I truly appreciate it. Hope everyone is okay, and safe. I also hope you enjoyed the chapter. Dont forget to check out my other book "Me & Mr.CEO." I hope you all will enjoy that one as well. Thank you again for reading and see you at the next chapter!

" She was sad while she asked the little girl who gave her no reply. "We can play our own game if you like?" She spoke to the little girl who just stood there quietly watching other kids play. "I like your perfume" the little child finally replied before walking away from Melinda. "Miss Melinda why doesn't Mia talk to anyone, so far the only thing she has managed to say to us was her name" innocent Rebecca asked Melinda who couldn't give her any tangible explanation because she was also lost as to why this child would say the weirdest thing that had nothing to do with the conversation one would be having with her.

I told her. “I can't, I'll come next week,” she said. “What? Next week? What about now? Where are you, Melinda?” “I'm in Florida, I can't because I'm currently doing a vlog and it will end in four days, immediately I'm done I'll come back to New York immediately I touch down I'm coming straight to your place please Babe bear with me,” she said with a pleading voice. As much as I didn't want that, I couldn't be inconsiderate, “Okay then, Next week it is,” I said hesitantly.

Melinda spoke so softly, and her soothing words gave me hope which brought me back to life. ****** "Welcome back home girl!" Melinda said, holding one of my hands as we walked through the lobby of my apartment. The feeling of being back home brought tears into my eyes, but I said to myself, 'just let it slide girl!" Then, replied to Melinda, "thanks".

Melinda’s POV “Melinda…. Oh my God… You finally picked up.” My mother’s anxious voice sounded through the phone. “Are you okay, hun?” “I am fine, mom…” “Then, why in the world was your phone not reachable, Melinda?” Her voice took on a hysterical edge as she continued. “Thirty days, Mellie. I couldn’t reach you for thirty days. Kramen and Kain wouldn’t pick up and every time I tried to talk to Keith, he gave me vague answers.”

She whisper yelled. That earned a chuckle from Melinda who suddenly, was self conscious. She smoothened out her skirt, while trying not to look at herself. Her skirt was a wine checkered skirt tucking in a white woolen turtle neck. Her wine lips did well in complementing her skirt and her boots gave her the height and little nudge of confidence she needed that moment. "Nice to meet you, already. My name is Melinda Walker." She said as the elevator dinged.