Melissa Aphmau Novels & Stories

By offering insights and anecdotes, Melissa aimed to normalize the challenges and changes that come with motherhood, hoping to alleviate Kaia's worries and reinforce the strength of her bond with Beau. In this delicate dance of conversation, Melissa tactfully worked to build Kaia's confidence and redirect her thoughts, creating an atmosphere of understanding and support. Through these efforts, Melissa sought to foster a sense of reassurance for Kaia, helping her embrace the transformative phase of motherhood with a more positive outlook.

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.

But she had buried him only recently, and already gave up on cleanliness and her own health. She was not lucky with her son either. She did deliver Vahe, but he was disabled and mute. At that moment, Magdalena could not think of a woman more unfortunate than Nazi. The shed was silent. From a distance, Magdalena saw that Tamia was covered with a blanket and asleep. She had heard neither their arrival nor the argument between mother and daughter. "I won’t wake her, Magdalena thought," and left the yard with Sara. In the village itself, she rented a tiny cottage, at first for only one night. Still, she firmly decided that starting the next day, she would take care of her mother’s house.

And then I see her. Standing behind her desk, laptop open, voice steady as she speaks into a video call. Her gaze shifts when she sees me. For a second—just one—her breath catches. The woman behind me mutters an apology. “I’m sorry, Ma—” Melissa doesn’t look at her. Just lifts a perfectly manicured hand and waves her off, like she’s brushing away an inconvenience. The girl hesitates, then disappears. The door clicks shut behind me. I straighten the collar of my shirt, slide into the chair across from Melissa, and say nothing.

I said as Stefano scrambled onto Max’s back as he spun, “Although at least if we have to go to the ER, I might get to see Milly. I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Now twenty-seven, Milly had fine-tuned her powers and was the best Doctor we had. She could heal any wound without breaking a sweat. We’d hardly lost any soldiers to injuries in years. “She is continually working,” Max said, “The woman never rests.” “Well, tell her the Luna has ordered her to take a day off soon and meet me for a coffee. I miss her.” “Will do,” he said as Madeleine joined the ‘climb Maxy’ game.

She stated and thought I have already made the decision, I had to ask her a question. "Why do you want to help me?" I asked her and she sighed rolling my eyes. "Number one, because I'm a profeminist. Two, I'm actually helping myself. So, are you in or not?" "Of course." I nodded. "Bethany, who else is working with Makaila's father apart from you?" I asked and she looked at me for a moment, probably deliberating whether to tell me or not. "Jackson and Tyler." She deadpan and I cussed.

Elysia pointed out, placing both of her hands above the table; the food on her end was still untouched, like she was willing to hear what Damon had to say before eating. “So you know the female doctor that treated you right?” He asked, watching a thoughtful gaze make its way to Elysia's eyes. “About three years ago.” “Doctor Melia?” She asked, unsure, and Damon shook his head. “It's Melissa,” he corrected, running a hand through his hair. “So what about her?” It took multiple sighs, inhales… exhales included, but Damon knew he'd have to say it in the end. “I fired her.”

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

*** Melissa Hale looked mildly irritated. Not angry at being called out unexpectedly when she was supposed to be at work. Not frustrated that someone she initially assumed would be another reckless rich fool suddenly antagonized a major power. Just irritated. She sat inside a café near the business district with a laptop open in front of her while occasionally responding to messages on her phone. The café itself wasn’t particularly luxurious, but it was clean and quiet enough for business meetings. Most people around were either students pretending to work or office workers escaping their supervisors for an hour.

"Damien Voss, as I live and breathe." The voice came from behind us – feminine, cultured, dripping with false warmth. I turned, and my blood ran cold. Melissa Voss stood there in a gown of shimmering gold, her blonde hair swept up elegantly, her green eyes fixed on us with predatory interest. She was beautiful in that calculated way that came from expensive procedures and even more expensive stylists. "Melissa." Damien's entire body had gone rigid. "I didn't realise you'd received an invitation." "Darling, I'm on the board of the Hartwell Foundation." Her smile was sharp as glass. "Of course, I received an invitation. Her eyes slid to me. And you must be Elena. We met briefly at Voss Tower,