Melissa Croft Novels & Stories

She looks across the runway and meets Eleanor’s eyes. Eleanor is mad. Her sabotage didn’t work. She only managed to turn Melissa into a bigger hit. And Melissa knows it. Melissa smiles and raises her glass to Eleanor, mouthing, ‘Thank you.”

she stood up and went to the kitchen to eat the frittata and Chard which was remaining in the dish bowel. That day passed and it was the next day already, Melissa woke up pretty early in the morning, prepares a fresh meal still having lots of sauce and pepper in it. She eats up and dressed up quickly because she knew how the company's or any organization rules are when it comes to interviews or getting someone employed. So, she dressed up in an amazingly formal wear then she grabbed her handbag and her CV then took the Prado Xp car keys her dad bought for her as a gift and heads out. She opens the door, looking straight at Edwards mansion..she could only see one of the guard standing at the

Melissa hurried into the office while Carl followed behind her looking helpless. “What is it now?” Matteo asked coldly. Melissa quickly walked toward his desk with her phone in her hand. “Sister-in-law is all over the internet,” she blurted out anxiously. “She’s trending everywhere.” Matteo’s expression darkened instantly. Melissa quickly played the video Lyka uploaded online. The moment Lyka’s crying face appeared on the screen, the atmosphere in the room became heavy. Matteo watched the entire video silently. Lyka cried beautifully on camera, talking about her missing sister, begging Myra to come home, acting like a worried and heartbroken sister.

Any misstep or loss of equilibrium could jeopardize the new life she had painstakingly built, something she was determined to protect. Ignoring Tommy's antics as she had done on previous occasions, Melissa gracefully entered the ladies' room to freshen up. Melissa Williams was an ex-convict charged with an accidental murder three years ago. After serving her time, she was now striving to embrace a new life and leave her past behind. Emerging from the restroom, her efforts to remove the coffee stain evident, Melissa caught the sound of someone calling her name. "Melissa." She turned to face her co-worker, Queenie Parker—an individual who seemed intent on amplifying Melissa's misery. "Queenie,

“The doctors said she’s stable now. Don’t do this here.” But Melissa wasn’t listening. Her voice rose, trembling with emotion. “Stable? She wouldn’t have collapsed if this woman hadn’t been around her! Everything was fine before she came!” “That’s not true,” Celine said firmly, trying to keep her voice steady. “I’ve done nothing but help your grandmother.” Melissa let out a harsh laugh. “Help? You’re good at pretending. Just like Martins said, you use people, twist them around your finger, and act innocent when things go wrong.”

"I came to watch Sage's apology and to tell everyone what you did to me." Victoria recovered fast. "I heard about your struggles. I'm so sorry you went through that. But this isn't the right place......" "Stop." Melissa's voice was steady. "I'm not the broken girl you left behind. I've been in therapy for three years and I've healed and I'm done letting you control the narrative." Students gathered around cos they sensed drama while Victoria glanced around nervously. "Melissa, you're clearly having an episode. Maybe we should call someone......"

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

A connection that transcended logic or choice. "I have evidence," I said quietly. "Proof that Christopher Newt funded the torture and murder of dozens of wolves and Ghost Wolves. Proof that he's been covering his crimes by hunting my kind. But I need help recovering it. Need someone Christopher won't expect." Kelvin's expression shifted to something that might have been respect. "Where is it?" "Hidden. Marked with magic that only I can follow. But Christopher has Mike, and Mike knows the area. It won't take long for them to find what I buried."