Melissa Gordner Novels & Stories

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

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.

"Marcella Garcia." Shit.

And the next day, he was appointed as the librarian of the Archives. As for Gretel? She was much older than them both being in her early thirties. She used to be part of the old Administration and worked as the Advisor to the General Commander. But since the Crisis, she worked for Jelena Savage instead, being the only one of the old Administration left. "What's going on?" Jelena asked looking between the two of them. She could not understand, why Gretel would continue bothering a Librarian. She knew Gretel hated humans but it was an indifferent kind of hate. So why would she always find trouble with Axel?

“Captain Lawson! Chief Lawson! I was wrong! I really didn’t know he was a fugitive!” Melissa sobbed until tears and makeup streaked down her face. There was nothing left of the elegant woman who had tried to force me to lick her shoe. “I’m a victim too! He hit me just now. Please, let me go. I’ll never look down on delivery drivers again!” I glanced at the designer heels stained with soup and filth. The irony was almost laughable. “Melissa Grant. Three luxury condos under your name. Two sports cars. More than seven million dollars moving through your personal accounts in the past year alone.

My eyes darted to where Melissa sat down, her eyes focused on her laptop. How did she get this good with minding her business? This new Melissa was mysterious. "Antonio!" Doris waved her hand in my face, regaining my attention. Well, not fully because from time to time, my eyes found it's way to Melissa. "Can you both take this love thingy outside? I have an online meeting with a client in about 10 minutes" Melissa said, not sparing us a glance. "You don't order us around. That you have a big shot position doesn't mean -"

Adrian asked. “We traced the leak,” Lorenzo said grimly. “But you’re not going to like where it leads.” Adrian turned. His eyes dropped to the file in Lorenzo’s hand. “Who.” Lorenzo hesitated. And Adrian’s patience snapped. “Say it.” “It’s someone from Elena’s team.” The temperature in the hallway dropped. Adrian’s voice lowered. “Give me a name.” Lorenzo swallowed. “Melissa.” Adrian went frighteningly still. The assistant Elena trusted. The one who had worked closest with her. The one who helped handle designs, schedules, communication.

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.

Undeterred by his initial inquiry, Asher pressed, "I asked what you are doing here?" Melissa, whose exterior often conveyed a preoccupation with beauty and fashion, concealed a profound depth beneath her radiant smile. She had dedicated herself to a noble cause, the establishment of an LGBTQ rehabilitation center – a sanctuary for individuals who had suffered immense hardships. It served as a haven for those who had endured abuse and rejection from their families due to their sexual orientation. Her facility provided not only shelter but also opportunities for education and employment in environments that were affirming and safe. This noble endeavor explained the presence of Max, Asher's sec