Melinda Loveless Book Novels & Stories

She knew that the feeling would reach her soul, and she’d never forgotten such an experience for the rest of her life. After she reads her mother’s memory, she ended up rereading some of her favorite books, flipping pages after pages, and stopping at the chapter she loved. Meanwhile, Melinda went to her room in the pretense of changing, but she really wanted to rest. Her head’s throbbing so hard she doubted she could hide it from Zheira any longer, so it’s safer to leave before Zheira could sniff the effect of her memory-reading. Melinda didn’t know how such an ability manifested. It just existed. She feared what Zheira could still do, that it might one day caused them to go on their separat

And if Raya’s kid is somehow still breathing, he will be the perfect weapon to annihilate his parents. “Mel, hey. What are you doing here?” Lucious asks, jogging over and stopping right in front of her. Melinda looks at his face and smiles as he blushes. She reaches out, takes his large, calloused hand, and presses it flat against her cheek. “I miss you,” she whispers. Lucious melts. He loves when she acts cute and helpless like this. Months ago, he thought Melinda was just a calculating, scheming bitch who only slept with him to pass his kid off as her lover's child.

Melinda The problem with war was never just the blood or the bodies. It was the uncertainty of its end, and the bitter fruit of the losses it demanded. Melinda felt that truth burning in her soul as she jolted awake, breath tight, sleep refusing to return. A cold ripple moved through her chest, sharp enough to sting. Someone was slipping away. She could feel it… but she couldn’t tell who. Pushing back the sheets, she slipped out of bed and stepped into the inner chamber of the dome.

Melinda’s POV One month later… “What are you reading?” Kain asked as he walked over and sat beside me on the couch. “Let me guess, another novel where the woman sacrifices everything to save her lover and suffers endlessly?” He whisked the book out of my hand and put it out of my reach. “There were so many good books at the library. Why did you have to choose a book with a trope like that, Melinda?”

“I did. But not anymore. I don’t want him having any part of it.” The barrister nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll begin the paperwork.” “And one more thing,” I added, my voice dropping slightly. “Yes?” “I want you to prepare divorce papers.” He stared at me in silence for a moment. “Divorce? Barely two years into the marriage?” he asked gently. “I want to divorce Elvis,” I said firmly. He sighed, folding his hands on the desk. “Melinda, you know everything you tell me is confidential. But you need to tell me your reason. I can’t file a strong petition without knowing the truth.”

“Every single time we leave this house, every time we go into the village, you look for her. You are always ready to abandon me! I knew you almost ran out into the crowd today over nothing!” “Ashley, drop it,” I warned, “I won't drop it!” she screamed, slamming her hand against the leather dashboard. “Melinda is gone, Carl! She is gone, and she has absolutely no intention of ever coming back to you! Do you really think she’s wandering around the village? If she truly loved you, if she cared about you or this pack even a little bit, she would have come back by now. She would have crawled back to apologize but she hasn't because she doesn't care!”

He was once a friend before pleasures and lust drove her into plotting evil to have him. She never wished evil for him, wanting him drove her to do unthinkable things and for that, Branden hated her but Catherine was still deep in love. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours, Branden's mother, father and brother had alot of things to say about Branden. After their speeches, Diana; who was introduced to the whole world as Branden's lover, was called to give her speech. She wiped her tears and stood from the seat that seemed like it was going to swallow her entire being.

"What if he is also hiding something from me?" ****** After hanging up, Jon went back to Stephanie's suite and told her, "You left me a voicemail." She grabbed the wine bottle which she had placed on the accent table right behind her, and handed it over to him. "Here," she said. "We can finish it," he said. As they drank all the wine, Jon looked at her, "Steph, have I already told you that Evan Mills is trying to get to me and my father?" She took a sip and placed the glass in front of her, "Why would he?" Jon told her that Evan Mills was in a relationship with Vivian Desmonde, and had served the entire Desmonde family after his retirement. "He was very loyal to them, after the murder of Att

Her arms hung limp. Zac? He just stood there, eyes burning, throat tight. Like he’d finally realized he’d never get that kind of love again. And just like that… Old love killed new trust. And trust? It never dies quietly. --- Inside Grandpa Edward Audrey’s Co-op, Office 4B. Mira pressed her back to the cold wall, arms shaking like she'd just been pushed off a cliff. Her breath came in short, broken gasps, like her lungs didn’t know how to behave without her heart working properly.

The woman hides her face in her hands. Theo stands up and places a hand on the woman's shoulder. - My handsome young David, threw himself from his bedroom window. He left a note saying that he couldn't bear to live without his lover any longer, and that now that he was dead, he was going to join him for all eternity. - The woman looks Theo in the eyes. – I'm nobody to tell you this, but listen to the word of the woman who, being an idiat, lost in one day everything she loved in life. The love, respect and presence in my life of the only child I had from the man I loved.