Melissa Aphmau Novels & Stories

At Linux enterprise Gema stood with Melissa McCarthy the makeup artist of the renounced Brianna Zachary. They both were having a conversation as gema went ahead to give her point. "Not my problem" Gema chimed in as she stared at Melissa slowly. "Miss has asked us to come to her office not everyone has the privilege". Melissa hushed Gema. She hasn't been to Brianna's office before so this was obviously her first time, she was stunned when the call came in it took a few seconds for her to process the words from the secretary.

Gwyneth couldn’t even gather any reasons to get a benefit of the doubt to look at Melissa with pleasing gaze. “Hello Madame Latifa, I’m Melissa Hopkins. I’m the representative client of the Oda Infrastructures. I would like to talk to Mr. Oneil,” Melissa was straightforward on her words. She didn’t even falter on her stance as Latifa looks at her while holding a cup of tea.

As I said, Melissa had an impact on me. Kim Mike was an influential man, and he has been interested in collaborating on a new project, for launch, but I had always declined. I was certain that he was more excited, than I am, right now. Melissa had made me more open to the world, around me. Even if she wasn’t with me, right now, her influence had been imprinted.

She took a slow deep breath before lifting her gaze toward us. One by one. First Cain. Then me. Then Cypril. And somehow, the calmness in her eyes frightened me more than anger ever could. I could hear my heartbeat loudly inside my ears now. They were fast and heavy, almost painful. It felt like my heart was trying to burst right out of my chest. Melissa finally spoke. “I, Melissa Copper, hereby reject Cain Stone, Caleb Stone, and Cypril Stone as my mates.” The moment the words left her lips, everything around me seemed to stop. My hearing faded midway through the sentence as the world suddenly became distant and muffled.

“Join me as I welcome on stage Melissa Dove, our esteemed ambassador. She would like to say a few words.” The room echoes in rounds of applause as Melissa gracefully made her way to the stage; her expression was calm and full of, but Kaitlyn could see beyond that. “Thank you so much,” Melissa began, her voice smooth and charming. “It’s an honor to be here tonight, supporting such a wonderful cause. As the ambassador for this charity, I’ve had the privilege of working with so many incredible people who are dedicated to making a difference.” Kaitlyn watched warily, sensing that Melissa was building up to something. Sarah leaned in closer, whispering, “What is she up to?”

Maisy said, trying to reassure her young madam. “I know, it’s just…something doesn’t feel right” Amelia replied. She turns her gaze to her maids before letting out a heavy sigh. She then walked towards the mini living room and sat down on the couch before opening the TV to get her mind somewhere else. Amelia was watching silently when her phone rang. Helga took it from the bed and handed her the phone. Amelia answers it after noticing that it was a call from Damian. ‘Damian!’ she thought. “Hello, is this Mrs. Castillo?” the woman said on the other line.

In that moment, she saw the look of betrayal in Riana's eyes, and it nearly broke her. Melissa stumbled out of the dark prison, her legs shaking as she made her way home. It had been a week since Zillah had found out about the secret affair between Riana and Alpha Killian. She had been trying to keep it quiet, but when she found out that Melissa had known about it, she knew she had to take matters into her own hands.

Even the big mahogany table was Christmassy. No Melissa felt uncomfortable because she was thrown into confusion, she was developing feelings for Brock and her feelings for Blake were confusing. He was hot and cold. One minute he was moody the next he was flirty. She didn’t understand. Melissa was brought out of her reverie by Tony asking her “What do you do for a living, Melinda?” “It’s Melissa, Tony and I told you she’s the CEO of Hartford industries where I work.” Elaine corrected him. “Ah so you’re CEO then? What’s that like?” He asked

The only difference was that she added a screenshot of the location. I sneered, saving every piece of evidence. Just then, commotion rose from the camp. I leaned forward to see. Melissa was in the center, holding up a selfie stick, livestreaming. "Hey, everyone. It's Melissa. My dog Max is missing. I'm so scared…" She squeezed out a few tears for the camera, her voice trembling. I muted the sound and watched her performance. Go ahead and make noise. The bigger, the better. Early the next morning, the mountain mist had yet to clear. I leaned against a tree trunk, sleepless and freezing. Checking my backup phone, I saw that Melissa's livestream had run all night.

I look down and find a card still stuck on it. I sighed and took the card, insert mine and draw some money, then making sure that I tuck my card safely in my pocket. I inspecting the previous card. I was just about to bring it to the shopkeeper boy, just in case someone went back to search for it, when I flip the card and read the contact information behind it, written with a marker. [If you find this card, please call my number, Moira Stephan.] A phone number written below. A pang surged in my chest. Why did moon goddess did this to me? It's been eight years since I left her, yet now our fate aligned again by an ATM machine.