Melissa Gordner 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.

This came as an easy question for Melissa because BOLD was the reason why she moved to Vegas. "I have always been inspired by actresses like Charisma Carpenter, Daveigh Chase, and Abby Dalton who have scaled their way to the top in the industry. I know with my talents, skills, and passion, I can perform well and also become a great actress which is why I want to work with BOLD to achieve their mission of producing top-class actresses" Melissa replied. The room was silent for a moment before the young man said "Very well then, what do you say if we give you a lead role in the next movie we would premier this year."

I stared at her, still processing what had just happened. “You… you just…” “Took down a bully? Yeah.” She handed me my sketchbook and the torn pieces. “I’ve dealt with enough assholes in my life to spot one from a mile away. I’m Melissa, by the way. Melissa Hayes Spenser.” “Aria,” I managed. “Aria Martinez.” “Nice to meet you, Aria Martinez.” Melissa sat down beside me on the bench. “Your art is beautiful, by the way. That girl was full of shit.”

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.

Melissa, on the other hand, remains eerily composed, a hint of satisfaction playing at the corners of her lips. Unbeknownst to Terry, she had been meticulously planning this encounter, and now her scheme had come to fruition. As Melissa's mind drifts into a flashback, she recalls the conversation she had with Miranda, their heads bent together in secrecy. It was during this exchange that Melissa learned about the upcoming party Terry was hosting, an event she had no desire to attend. Miranda, a mastermind in orchestrating manipulative scenarios, outlined a plan for Melissa to follow.

Lily said. "Don't think about it too much. She will come to realize sooner that none of these belonged to her." Although Melissa pretended to care about Maya on the surface, when they were alone in private, she will always bully her and say all the nasty words she could think of. … Mark was with his beta at this time as he inspected his pack.

All of it. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in this game, it’s that things rarely go smoothly forever. Especially when someone like Melissa is involved. If it’s the Melissa I know, then I’d be damned to think she’d just let this trick slide. No, she isn’t the type to sit back and lick her wounds. She’s dangerously meticulous. 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.

Melissa repeated the sentence she learnt to recognize her contact. "You must give me the money for the contract and the target," she said. "This card opens a box at St Pancras International deposit," Melissa explained while putting the card on the bench near the leather dressed woman. She took the card. "The target is Igor Paulson," Melissa added. "The former London Mayor?" The woman asked she seemed surprised. "He mustn't be killed, just harmed. At the shoulder for example." Melissa explained. "You pay just to have the target harmed?" she replied, her Spanish accent almost lost.

She said. I frowned. “It does! That has everything to do with what's going on now because I choose you to be my maid and if you're going to be my maid, you might as well tell me about who you've been working for and why you refused to tell me you were the late Luna's maid when we first met.” Melissa sighed, “After the late Luna died, I was sent to work as a fashion designer. You've just arrived here, what are you doing? If you really want to earn the Alpha's love, you need to be welcoming, loving and—”

REID I don’t know what it is about a woman in red lipstick that I find so damn attractive, but when that flame-haired little vixen descended the packhouse stairs tonight in a tight little skirt and red lips, it immediately did something to my dick. I’ve been sporting a semi all night, barely able to think straight around Serena. Hardly able to breathe. I’m actually somewhat relieved when one of the girls suggests they go take shots and I’m given a little bit of a reprieve to collect my thoughts.