Melinda Loveless Book Novels & Stories

My hands shake as I unlock our apartment door. The weight of what I've agreed to crashes over me in waves - marriage to Henry Ayles, the mysterious third billionaire. The one everyone says is different from his friends. Different or not, he's still going to be married to a lie. Mom's humming in the kitchen - actually humming. The sound stops me in my tracks. When was the last time I heard her happy like this? The two hundred thousand dollars has already changed her. Changed us.

"Get away from me! Something has happened to Selena! There's no other reason she would cut off our bond!" Adrian headed to the hospital as quickly as possible, only to be told that I had been discharged days earlier. He stumbled back to the villa and found ashes everywhere. Every photo of me had been torn apart, leaving only the parts without me behind. Half the closet was empty, and the gentle scent that belonged to a she-wolf had disappeared without a trace. He collapsed onto the couch and finally saw the stack of files on the coffee table. In that instant, the face of the powerful Alpha turned pale. His hands shook as he opened them. When he saw the miscarriage report, a broken howl tore

She looked quite helpless this way. “Oh—“ Melinda looked up, startled. “Please! Not interested in that section whatsoever.” She giggled pulling her newspaper apart. She even pointed at the empty seat in front of her urging Alessa to join. Well, this was going to be easier than she thought. Alessa kindly smiled and took the seat and the loose papers she handed her. “Hello, I am Alice Kelly.” She extended her hand now that it was free. “Melinda Iron.” Alessa softly gasped knowingly, trying not to sound too interested. “I think I read about you? My site, PHAT, wrote an article on you. We have a monthly women spotlight section and you were featured.”

Amelia wasn't finished, she drew closer to Melinda, and with her voice leaking with contempt, she spat, “Ask him for the picture of his late wife, Jessica. Sis…you don't come close! He has a type and you're at the very bottom! Once he’s done with you, he’ll spit you out like the trash you are!” Amelia adjusted herself, her eyes scanning Melinda with ridicule, then she let out a long hiss. With her heels clicking forcefully on the marble tiles, she stormed out of the hall leaving Melinda feeling empty and shaking with tears. For a long moment, Melinda couldn't move. She sat there, her breaths shaking as she cried. Then she stopped, wiped off her tears, and quietly left the hall, heading for h

He took the stairs two at a time and took the box of books from Bev. She shook her arms, trying to get the feeling back in them. “I’ve just decided that moving locations is overrated. Good thing I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” “You never know,” Melinda said, placing the pillow back into the box. “You might decide to leave Amor for greener pastures. It’s a big world out there. My sister just moved out to California, a place called Starlight Ridge. Apparently it’s the most beautiful place she’s ever been.” Her lips dipped into a frown. “No green chile though, which is a shame.”

I choose Better. Melissa S. Vice is an American author of erotica, fantasy and paranormal romance novels. Vice was born in Duluth, GA a proud Libra in the fall of October. She is the author of Oblivion, the fantasy romance novel and book one of her Tales of Incipion series, and the highly anticipated werewolf novel, Beneath the Blood Moon. An avid reader, she was introduced to her first taste of whimsical love, Wishes by Jude Deveraux, and has expanded her shelves since those tender years of youth and blissful ignorance. Her enjoyment for video games and books inspire unlimited worlds of adventure and everlasting love to rival those that had come before.

I took the card out of the envelope and read the message she had written: "Fernando, I loved you even when I didn't know what love was. We discovered love together, along with all the feelings and sensations it awakens. We grew up together, and it was with you that I became a woman, discovered I was sexy, full of desires, and completely determined to seduce you every day. I wanted you more each day and I still do. I dreamt of you each single day, I fell asleep and woke up kissing you, waiting for you. It was worth the wait, because our love is true, uncommon, and forever. And this is just so you'll always remember the woman you helped discover herself. I love you today and more each day. You

Melissa's book was ice; slow, unending ice that would alter the landscape of his existence. He thought about the last shreds of his privacy—the memory of his father's face before their final, bittersweet estrangement; the pure love he'd known with Melissa; the quiet, unguarded moments with his children that were his alone. Melissa was selling it all short. She was building her throne out of the ashes of their marriage, and she was trading it all for something: his history.

" Imagine this. You are married to him because your parents asked you to. But you love him. He has not touched you or even talked to you properly. The only thing you do for him is to make him breakfast and dinner. He places money in your bank account as a fee for marrying him. Whenever you try to talk to him, he gives you short replies because he could not be bothered to listen to you. Whenever you want to try and fix your marriage with him, he makes you think there isn't a marriage at all. He makes you think that you are like a book he has in his bookshelf for years. Every time your heart breaks because of your efforts. One day you tell him that you want to leave and he barely heard you. Yo

The door creaked open, revealing a familiar face—Melinda, a trusted friend and confidant. "Leori, may I come in?" Melinda's voice carried a sense of concern. Leori nodded, his weariness evident in his eyes. "Please, Melinda. I could use some company." Melinda entered the room, her presence a soothing balm to Leori's troubled soul. She settled into a chair beside him, her gaze filled with empathy. "I've noticed the struggles you face, my dear friend," Melinda spoke gently. "It is not an easy burden to carry, the weight of lost love and the allure of a new connection. But remember, true love is not easily replaced."