Melinda Loveless Book Novels & Stories

I stood at akimbo staring deep into her eyes, I didn't know why I said that but I did anyways. "you know I would never dare to cross Alonso, I'm aware of his sadistic nature" Melinda responded. The more I looked into her eyes, the more I couldn't find a reason to suspect her. she's a coward. She was only good at tracking down anything and anything that has to do with technology "yeah right" I shook my head and walked away *****

With this she twists the door knob and walks out. I take a deep breath and put my head against my pillow. The Octavuis pack are known for their ruthlessness towards rogues, why then are they being kind to me? “Not all things are as they seem, Mellisa,” Selena mutters in my head. “What do you mean?” “Sometimes we judge books by their covers. You of all people should know how wrong that turns out most of the time.” I nod in acknowledgement. “I was about to ask why you never showed up until now.”

Melinda's voice turned soft. "Everyone loves in a different way, I guess." "Rick" Melinda called his name softly as she suddenly felt herself being drawn to Rick. Their friend circle had been good all these years and she had barely felt attraction to anyone other than Tim but recently, she couldn't help it. Tim was good to her but she found herself desiring to be loved in another way. Desiring to be loved the way Rick loved Rosa. "Don't worry" Melinda dropped her glass and cupped Rick's face in her hands. She wanted to stop herself from doing what she was aching to do right now but a glance at Rick's lips was enough to break the flimsy restraint she had built.

Chapter 79 Sitting around the campfire and closing her eyes Melinda placed her head on the chest of Steve. She doesn’t want to think about the death of the woman who birthed her. But the thought, even on the verge of death, Demona’s selfish desire for power overshadowed any mother love. Not once did she show affection, leaving a profound sadness and weakness in Melinda’s heart, realizing she was never truly loved. Steve embraced her and figuring she needed him by her side. He rubbed her back soothingly, the ritual already drank her energy and the death of that woman exhausted her mind and body.

"She has good family support, I don’t. I have trust issues, Lucas, and I don't see how a stranger thinks they could fix me by talking about the things I’d rather not talk about. So don't hold your breath." "Mari—" "I said fucking no, Lucas," I hissed. "Now shut the hell up or I will smash your fucking arm with my heels." Ah. There it is. This is what I've been scared of during the days I was robbed of my memory. I fear that I was going soft and I was losing myself to a stranger I call my fiancé. But no, I still have my fire, I still have the shitproof wall I built when I was kid, protecting me from being vulnerable. Lucas growled but he kept his mouth shut. Then his phone started buzzing in

AMELIA IAN SINCLAIR January 20, 1972 - May 15, 2021 I ran my fingers over the letter of her name, before collecting the wilted flowers and sweeping the fallen leaves from her grave. I put the daisies on the grass and sprinkled the dandelions over the top of the marble headstone before sitting down. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Hey, mom. Sorry, I’m late, I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday, and let you know that your little girl really misses you." I smiled weakly and ran my hand over the grass. "I don’t have a lot to say, but I’m sorry, I should be coming to see you from time to time not only during your birthdays or mine, I just.." I paused, trying to think of what to say "Mic

The way she leaned in without pressure, without questions. Just presence. That night, they sat together on the porch. Three chairs. Three mugs. Three lives intersecting through loss and grace. Melinda told stories of the early days — how she and River learned to breathe again after everything crumbled. How James used to leave flowers on their doorstep. How Eliza once threatened a bookstore manager who misshelved River’s first novel in “Self-Help.” She laughed. She hadn’t laughed like that in a long time. And as the sun dipped below the trees, painting the sky in soft bruises, she whispered, “I think I’d like to stay a little while.”

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

That way, when he and Nick came back from retreat and regeneration, they would be on equal ground. It didn’t matter to Martin that, whenever he and Nick competed for a girl in the past, he always won. There was something about the connection between Nick and Alison that made him think that, this time, Nick might be the victor. He searched deep inside himself for the truth. Was his competitiveness with Nick the reason he wanted Alison so badly? Or, was it really because she was the first girl he’d had genuine feelings for since the love of his life, Melissa, was killed during a skirmish between the shadow walkers and the darkness almost a century ago. He was away on a business trip at the

Pov. Amber I hop off my motorcycle and whip my helmet off, I look around the school parking lot to see the group that I spotted when I rolled in, staring at me. One of the men really catches my attention. He has to be about six foot six, he has jet black hair and cold gray eyes. He’s leaning on a 1969 black Impala. Out of nowhere some chick in a cheerleading outfit pops up in front of me. “Hi I’m Josephina!” She yells at me in one of those peppy voices you would hear in one of the “Bring It On: movies.