Melissa Croft Novels & Stories

She believes in her spirit that nothing can harm her as long as she is strong within herself. "I will not let anyone ruin this day for me!" Promising herself one last time, she started her car. ***** It’s a big event for the fashion world. The very famous fashion designer, Melissa Millar, known as the queen MM, is having her fancy designs exhibited by the top models of America. Melissa Millar is a twenty seven years old beautiful woman also known as the heartbreaker of the state. This famous fashion designer can top the look of the best model of the New York fashion industry.

The guy walks away without a word and I lock the door. "How was I? Did you record everything?" Melissa asks with a wide grin on her face. "Yeah we did, and you were amazing! You did great. Dana Barnes is such a catchy name. Thank you so much. Here's a little something for you," I hand her cash in an envelope. "I might consider connecting you with some pals who are private investigators. You're really good at luring a fly into your little spider web," I say and she laughs. "Really? Kyrah did a pretty good job with the make up. I look like her twin, don't you think?" she asks with a grin plastered on her face.

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.

Something tells me that it must be his mistress that he left to see. Allen walked quietly into the room, it was my girlfriend's bar, so no security dared stop me, I just followed Allen straight inside the room. “How did it go?” I heard a young lady's voice. It sounded like my girlfriend Joan but that was impossible, she was visiting her grandmother for the holiday. “Guess who isn't getting a breakup,” Allen laughed loudly. “That bitch thought she could just break up with me and leave me broke, that was a wide idea.” “She would be at your mercy…it's only a matter of time before you are the one heading The Rodriguez's group,” the lady added.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

"Good afternoon Mr. Stephan, I'm Drake Lockhart. Moira's mate." She's been away just for twelve days, and came home with her mate. An alpha, and a royal, while she didn't even realize that she isn't a mere human. Sabrina's jaw dropped. "Mate?" Moira is clearly confused. "I need a word with you, Mr. Lockhart," I said, tried my best to look as intimidating as possible while boring my eyes to his. He gave me a nod. "Sure, Sir." I walk to the direction of the elevator, intended to bring the boy to my office for some questions and threats, but stopped after realized that Moira is tailing after us.

"What are you doing? Why did you throw my seashell?" Melissa had scoffed with utter disdain. "I have no idea why my dad wants me to play nice and be friends with a walking corpse like you. "Listen up, my name is Melissa Wright. I never make friends with weaklings. I don't care how powerful your family is. One day, I'm going to surpass all of you!" Watching her turn around and walk away, Regina was so consumed with rage that she coughed up blood and collapsed right on the beach. But maybe she wasn't meant to die just yet. Right around that time, news of a traditional medicine practitioner reached her parents' ears.

It was obvious they were going to enjoy the evening. It wasn’t long before Kaitlyn spotted Melissa across the room. The sight of her ex-best friend, now an enemy, sent a jolt of anger through her. Melissa was dressed in a striking red gown, her hair styled in a sleek up-do, and she was surrounded by admirers; no doubt she is enjoying the attention. “What is she doing here?” Sarah whispered to Kaitlyn, her eyes narrowing as she followed Kaitlyn’s gaze. “She’s the ambassador for this charity,” Kaitlyn replied, keeping her voice low. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

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.

I screamed from the pain but did not let go. “Come on!” I yelled. “Open!” The lock started to bend. Just a little bit. Just enough to give me hope. Then I heard her voice. “Well, well, well. Look who came crawling back.” I froze. Melissa stepped out from behind a large tree. She looked exactly the same as five years ago. Beautiful and cruel. Her green eyes sparkled with amusement. Her black hair shined in the sunlight. She wore a long red dress that looked like it was made of blood.