Melinda Warren Novels & Stories

Ronald laughed like a demon. “I left my useless wife for you, Melinda, and what did you do?” he sneered. “You tried to deceive me with somebody else's child. You thought you could trick me into giving you all my money.” The room went quiet for a second. Then something inside Melinda finally broke. “You monster, I never asked you to fake your death, did I?.” Her voice trembled with years of buried rage. “That woman you called useless is now one of the most successful women in the world. Her hotels are thriving. Her businesses are growing. People respect her.” Tears filled her eyes. “And you couldn't stand it.”

And then she realized that this wasn't even her room. Melinda pulled her phone out and texted Bree. Let's get me a dress, because we have a wedding to get to! Her wedding, to be exact. Melinda Garrett was getting married.

"Sure, Melly. I need to go through my mech stable and make sure my mechs are still configured right. I haven't played in ages, after all. What game mode do you want to queue up for? I vote for the 2v2 Arena." Melinda shook her head. "I won't be able to play the Marc Antony to its fullest potential in an arena match. Let's queue up for the Wartorn Instances." "Damn, sister, so you wanna jump straight into it. I'll go prepare a long-ranged support mech for you then, because you'll need the cover." As Janet left to sort out her neglected game account, Melinda entered her mech stable and walked to the stall where her new purchase awaited her entry. The dark mech emanated an invisible aura even a

Melinda, the front desk employee catches my attention. “Yes, Melinda.” I answer as I walk up to her. She is quite a beautiful woman, really tall, in her mid-20s with strikingly high cheekbones and honey blonde hair that flows in gentle waves just past her shoulders. She has kind eyes and a gentle smile for me most days, but the look on her face today tells me that this conversation won’t be a good one. Great. Just what I need.

Waverly said calmly. "Why did you come to me? You had decided to leave with your father. You are no longer a member of the Mccarthy family. Don't forget that your surname is Martell," Melinda said coldly. "The Mccarthy family is going to go through a drastic change soon. Don't you want another assistant?" Waverly asked. "The change has nothing to do with me. What belongs to me, will be mine. However, it obviously seems that you can live a good life, yet you still insisted on coming back. What is your purpose?" Melinda said with caution and squinted her eyes with suspicion.

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.

She nodded and smiled as she left. I quickly finished up with what I was doing and then looked through the files of paperwork we had on clients and other businesses that we held contracts with, looking for the name Melinda. I couldn’t find anything. I left the office and walked in the direction of the meeting room, where Melinda waited. I opened the door and she stood. I took the time to look her over, she was older than me, probably around 40 years old, she had platinum blond hair and was about 5 and a half foot tall. Her skirt was short, and her shirt was tight, revealing a dainty figure underneath.

Enrolled at UC Berkeley. There was something in her eyes. Not recognition. Not resemblance. But… that same kind of loneliness. That same fire under glass. I looked deeper. And I found the clue I hadn’t expected. Her mother’s name: Marissa Cole. A gallery assistant. Employed briefly by Holt Industries between 2003–2004. The timing lined up. Too perfectly. Melinda’s POV River came to me with a folder. Old-school. Paper. Tabs marked in highlighter. They laid it on the kitchen counter and said, “I think Andrew had another kid.”

Willow said firmly. "You've changed, Willow. You disappoint me," Melinda said. "How have I changed?" Willow asked. "You've lost your humanity. You're completely different from before," Melinda remarked. "No matter what you say, I won't beg on your behalf. I'm the God of War's wife, and I must show my stance on the matter instead of covering up my relatives' crimes," Willow said sternly.

“Ma’am, is there a problem here?” I didn’t break my glare from Melinda. “Nothing for you to worry about,” I said smoothly. “It’s about to be solved. And this lady—” I tipped my chin at her. “—is on the verge of losing her job.” Javier frowned. “Melinda, why would you be troubling Sir Dontrell’s wife?” Melinda’s expression didn’t waver. “I have strict orders not to let anyone in. That includes her. I’m just following protocol.”