Melissa And Oblivion Instagram Novels & Stories

Melissa blushed, as she pressed deeper into Damien's chest while he kissed her shoulder. "Okay, you all really need to be alone." Melissa chuckled. "Please reach out to the staff, apologize on my behalf, and have her coffee..." Damien wasn't done with his statement when Betty's phone buzzed in her pocket. She reached for it and frowned at the link notification she saw on her iMessage. She clicked on it and it took her to a gossip website. It was a video of what transpired earlier between Melissa and Rhoda. "Holy shit!" "What's going on?" Damien voiced out,

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Her mother wasn't able to look after her, and if she wanted to eat then, Melissa had to fend for herself. Picking up her most treasured possession, her iPad, she checked into next doors internet account and checked Nick's Instagram. He'd been out for dinner with Gabriel and a dark-haired girl on Friday night, and the photographs of them leaving the restaurant had his mother with them, and she thought the young blonde was Nick's sister.

“These two men are very efficient. Very clean. They’ll kill you and dispose of your body before the brothers even realize you’re gone. And I’ll be there, crying, devastated that we were attacked by rogues. That I barely escaped with my life.” She moved closer, close enough that I could see the madness dancing in her eyes. “They’ll comfort me. Hold me. Thank me for trying to protect you. And eventually, they’ll forget about you entirely. Because that’s what you are, Anokai—forgettable.” “Please,” I whispered, hating the desperation in my voice but unable to stop it. “Please don’t do this.” “Oh, but I am.” Melissa’s smile widened. “You see, I don’t have any heartstrings left for you to tug on.

I whispered, trying to talk low enough, as if I didn't want to wake Abi. "You better enjoy it while it lasts," Melissa said, stroking my shaft. "My daughter's a special girl. You're a lucky man to have her. And you're only going to be with her for a few more days." "And here you are... giving me a blowjob," I laughed softly. "You know... I woke up today just feeling like I wanted to do something... naughty," she admitted. "I just thought... I need to do this. It's been a long time... you're a young man... and cute... even if you are a piece of shit."

I will destroy anyone who stands in my way. I was getting tired of waiting for her to show up. I had expected to have found her by now. On my orders my men had teared the place apart trying to find her. I made everyone abandoned their poor excuse of a town. Yet still she had been nowhere to be found. As if she had just vanished into thin air. The letter left for her untouched. Melissa thought she had died when she escaped so did my men. But I knew better. I knew they thought I was mad. As if obsession had driven me to insanity. Only if they knew the key she could hold. I didn’t care what the others thought, they were all disposable. Every last one of them was just another ploy in my game. Me

“I sent it only to my boyfriend, I promise. I didn't mean for it to go, this public. I'm sorry,’’ she replied and I groaned. Well, now it was. How could she? Then I paused the video and slid my fingers on the screen. It took me to another post and it was bad. The caption read: Melissa partying her way into roles. Is she the new Ice spice? “Since when did partying become a bad thing?” I mumbled. I should have logged out but my curiosity burned and I checked the comments that rolled in. “Isn’t that director Lee? (Shocked face.) No wonder she got cast.”

Melissa, on the other hand, remains eerily composed, a hint of satisfaction playing at the corners of her lips. Unbeknownst to Terry, she had been meticulously planning this encounter, and now her scheme had come to fruition. As Melissa's mind drifts into a flashback, she recalls the conversation she had with Miranda, their heads bent together in secrecy. It was during this exchange that Melissa learned about the upcoming party Terry was hosting, an event she had no desire to attend. Miranda, a mastermind in orchestrating manipulative scenarios, outlined a plan for Melissa to follow.

"Elara and Christian have been childhood sweethearts since they were five years old. Their union is not just a merger for us. It's a union of soulmates. These all allegations against Elara are nothing more than the pathetic fabrications of jealous individuals like Miss Melissa, who love to create scandals for attention because they have nothing in them to gain attention from.” Melissa's face was pale as a ghost. While the paparazzi kept showing the drama live, making Melissa into a laughing stock in front of the world. Marcus and Liam’s mouths were hung open. The woman they had thought of as a gold digger was none other than the heiress of the Hale family.

It was possible that a nutritious breakfast would lift my spirits so I crawled into the kitchen, prepared the food and started checking my phone while eating breakfast, initially I was very relieved to see that I did not have any missed calls from unknown numbers, but something caught my attention, it was a private message I received on F******k. “You want to believe that you love Isaac, but in reality you only feel sorry for him, you haven't managed to forget me and you won't either. You may want to make me jealous with him but let me tell you that I don't care in the least, anyway you are not going to last at all.”