Romans & histoires Melissa Galka

"You vampires really can't be trusted" Yoana scowled, pushing Lorean away from the woman's side. Lorean did not bother to explain or refute Yoana's words. Since he first met that girl, he already felt very unsuitable with her. "Do you know her?" Asked Lorean. "If I know her, what's your business?" Yoana asked as she opened her eyes sharply. She then started stroking the woman's head “She is Melissa, a DJ who works in the gray room. Ah, poor Melissa! She must have been in a lot of pain when your insolent fangs stuck in her hand!"

Next to him stood a woman who looked like she was in her forties, and she smiled at him gracefully. He remembered he was naked and quickly used his hand to shield his cock from her view. “I’ve been staring at it for the past night.” She answered, the smile now gone from her face as she looked rather unimpressed. “It looks beautiful, but I’ve seen bigger.” “Melissa has been caring for naked wolves since she was twenty-five. You won’t be the first or last, and you’d better get used to it. You fall naked in the snow again, and she’s back to looking at your cock like it’s the smallest thing in the world.”

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.

A round of applause ensued from the background, the only thing on my mind was to finish as soon as possible and go back to my normal life. "Thank you so much," he continued. "I present to you one of Carlton's finest lecturers. 7 years ago, she joined us in this fine college as a student and she has tremendously stood out, making us forced to retain her as one of our lecturers. Today she will be anchoring today's programme, please give it up for Miss Melissa Dawson, a round of applause please." The hall became rowdy with students shouting with joy and making the hall echo with their resounding claps. I relaxed in my seat, trying to believe that another woman just bore the same name to the wom

Bernice I suppress the disgust in my heart, Melissa is a professional at slandering others. Thanks to her, I have seen it many times in my past life. I said coldly, "He's just a friend from my college days. Melissa grinned triumphantly, "Sister, my friends and I are here to celebrate my promotion. What about you? Don't you have to go back and make dinner?" The girls with her laughed mockingly after she spoke. I stood up, "The maid will take care of everything at home. Melissa, Eorna is by invitation only, I didn't know you were a member here." I saw a crack in Melissa's facade and I was sure she was taking advantage of the Fed's privileges.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

I pressed my lips together. The witch’s doing, of course. But why Melissa? She’d never bothered the witch before. She had even left offerings. She had nothing to do with any of this. “I barely saw her before it all went black,” Melissa said. “When I woke up, I was already in the web. She kept giving me something. A few drops on my tongue, just enough to keep me from screaming or running. I lost the days after that.” I glanced down at her foot again, at the stump where her toe should have been. She followed my eyes.

“Who’s this?’ she asked in a low voice. Proserpina looked around; she had been lost in thought. Smiling tiredly, she said, ‘That’s Maja. She is a friend of Schwartz.’ And she waved to Maja, inviting her to join them. Melissa‘s head whipped around again and she did a double take as her eyes skimmed over Maja and her scruffy jeans and old baggy shirt that did nothing for her appearance. So totally unlike anyone Schwartz, the dapper gent that he was, usually associated with. Aiyana had been a study in laid calculated perfection; never a hair out of place. Melissa continued to size up the other woman who was bristling with annoyance now at being observed like she was a cow at a fair on display.

She’s calculating, patient, and the kind of woman who’ll smile at you while sharpening the knife she plans to stick in your back. That’s why I took extra precautions. Katrina might believe in half measures, but I don’t. I paid a professional stalker to keep an eye on Melissa—not the kind of amateur with a camera and bad instincts, but someone who knew how to follow shadows without being caught. If she made a move, I wanted to know. If she sneezed, I wanted it on record. Because if I’ve learned anything, it’s this: Melissa is a storm, and storms always come back around.

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.