Melinda Warren Novels & Stories

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Dazzling Walker - the lost girl who found her way, Songs of a Cinderella in Boston, Melinda Walker and her gorgeous brooder, A dysfunctional daughter's journey to stardom. Melinda recounted the headlines that just stuck to her memory. She was glad there has been no stories on her past mission against the evils of drug lords and crime syndicates. On some days, she found the tabloids and the blogs amusing and would engage, sometimes she avoided them, considering the fact that they had dug out some inaccurate information from her past, courtesy of her former foster family, the Wrights.

When he heard the door chime, he turned back, eyes lighting up as he quickly stood and walked toward Mindy. "Hello, Ms. Harrison," he greeted. "I'm Warren Stone from Ten Directions Publishing." He then nodded politely toward Miranda and Lionel. "We'll leave you to talk," Miranda said, looking at her mother. "Dad and I will wait outside." Mindy nodded. Warren pulled out a chair for her and called over a server, asking what she would like to drink. Mindy, feeling unenthused, ordered just a glass of lemonade. Since yesterday, she had felt adrift, overwhelmed by a deep, unspeakable sadness, not knowing whom to blame or where to channel her pain.

How could I ever rely on him again? This Melinda woman was wandering around the room, looking at various things and commenting something about the decor not being feminine enough. It was a constant drone of words with no meaning for me whatsoever. Tyler's head was on a swivel, moving between Mitchell, Melinda, and me. I looked over at Mitchell for an explanation, but he looked just as horrified. "What the fuck have you done, old man?" I mind-linked him. Slapping his palm to his face, Mitchell answered, "I was supposed to ring Rikard. Melinda is Rikard's daughter, and she was coming over to meet you as a possible Luna."

Selene stiffened when she turned and saw a woman. Melinda Harris. Slowly, she turned to see the tall brunette gliding toward her, wearing that same polished smirk that had always made Selene grit her teeth. Melinda had been one of the pack’s golden girls years ago. The kind who wore expensive perfume, smiled sweetly, and knew how to draw blood with words. They'd been some sort of rival for her baby daddy back then. “Well,” Melinda said, giving Selene an unapologetic once-over, “I didn’t think I’d see you crawling back here.”

And while I was scanning through the guests for people I would know, who else would be the first to stand out other than Melinda? Melinda was wearing a golden silk dress that looked to be made out of liquid and clung to her body in all the right places. It was tied on only one shoulder with a bow and for jewelry; Melinda wore a choker made of two layers of rubies and a huge ruby drop earring in each ear. She also had red lipstick on which looked more like she sucked the blood out of someone’s veins than actual lipstick and she had styled her hair to cover her bare shoulder in loose ringlets. As soon as she saw Lance, her eyes lit up like a vixen, but then her eyes fell on me and her expressi

“You know, dealing with that idiotic pack warrior.” My father chuckled. “Not at all,” he said smoothly. “Everything went as planned.” I couldn’t hold back my confusion any longer. “Melinda… why?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Why are you doing this?” Melinda’s expression darkened. She started pacing, her movements slow and deliberate. Then she stopped abruptly and bent down, bringing her face dangerously close to mine. “Why?” she echoed, her voice low but brimming with malice. “Everything was going perfectly for me. Katie was gone, and I was finally about to make my move on Gregory

"I only knew that the name Melinda was a taboo, but I did not know the details." Marcus nodded his head in understanding. "Back when I was Leno, I studied the history not only of the Azenla, but also of the continent." He began, "Melinda was actually an Empress that ruled the Cenro Empire, which now became the Cenro Kingdom due to her downfall. She was one of the greatest rulers that even Aunt Adira, who was known as the greatest ruler in the land, praised for her leadership skills and compassion towards her people. Melinda brought the empire to such great heights that the emperor of the Toen Empire at that time became wary of her. After all, he was known as the greatest ruler on the contine

It was Melinda, and she was rippling through the crowd with a solar red-hot flare of rage burning in her eyes, after sighting Malik from afar. She had taken care of the Lakewood pack warriors that ambushed her at the prison. They wanted to completely shut her down, but she saw them as hurdles to be flown over to achieve her goal, and she did just that… Well, Ubuntu couldn't make it. He was trapped in the prison. "What. The. Fuck." Menelik bellowed, he opened his eyes wide in surprise, as he beheld Melinda. "Weren't this bitch, dead…" And also much to the shock of the Lakewood Pack members, Melinda rippled through the crowd, and she bounced onto the stage.

Whoever this Melinda was, she was already dangerous before she’d even appeared. The curtain at the back of the bar stirred, and out stepped a woman with long raven hair tumbling over her bare shoulders. She moved like smoke, her hips swaying, her crimson dress clinging to her like fire itself. Her kohl-dark eyes scanned the room with bored precision, until the bar owner called out from behind the counter. “Melinda! Over here. Got some clients waiting.” She pointed at the booth where Valerius, Chloe, and Lucius sat. Melinda’s painted lips curled into the faintest sneer. “Clients,” she muttered under her breath. But when her eyes landed on Valerius, her step faltered. Her expression soured ins