Melissa Honey Bee Novels & Stories

before he can reply Melissa walks in. "Laney "she plasters a fake smile "Melissa " you look good I haven't seen you in forever you cut your hair " Yeah " I have been rocking a pixie cut for years Harley berry has nothing on me just saying " come to the living room everyone is there " I raise my eyebrow who the fuck is everyone.

[RHIANNON] Melissa stood in the doorway, ponytail perfect, lips pulled in a mocking half-smile. Her presence sucked warmth from the room like winter wind. "Well, isn't this adorable?" She circled the table slowly. "Little Miss Mystery baking cookies with the help staff." Cora's jaw tightened. Maris muttered something under her breath. "I'm just helping." I kept my voice steady. "Of course you are." Melissa's tone dripped false sweetness. "Doing what omegas do best—serving."

" You have been reported missing by Mr. Tyler Hall who I assume is your father , very powerfull man . I assume you ran away because ...reasons , but have no where stay because police is searching for you now . " How could they find out who my father is that fast ? "We can provide you protection from police and in turn you work for us , you'll get paid just like every one else who works for us " I didn't see why I could deny . It was the best luck I had . " I don't trust you " I softly spoke fumbling with my spoon . " Do you wanna be locked in the basement of this club as a hostage or do you wanna work , get paid and live a normal life Eve ? " That man who's name I was yet not given, asked .

"Yes, I did. My throat feels much better now. The honey you bought is really good. Even your grandfather, who's not fond of sweet things, finds it soothing." Melody smiled. "I bought it from a beekeeper in the countryside. It has much fewer additives than those processed ones. It's pure and natural, so you and Grandpa can drink it without worries. I'll buy more next time!" Meanwhile, Lucas was still playing with Melody's hair. For some reason, Beatrice was glaring at him.

CHAPTER 26 Melissa baked a lot in her bakery shop. Ranging from doughnuts to cakes of different sizes. She usually baked herself because she thought that she was the only one that would bake her stuff to its great taste. "Ms. Someone is here to see you." "Did they say the name?" "He said his name was Hermes and he said he wanted to see you urgently." One of the workers announced although she felt the name rolling off her tongue was rather strange. "Give me a minute, I'll get my hands washed and you over there, come continue the kneading." Melissa instructed, washed her hands, and rushed out.

Damien asked warily. “Isn’t obvious?” the woman asked. “I am Melissa, the leader of the west coast witch coven,” she bowed dramatically. “A witch,” this time, everyone was shocked as they all took a protective stance while wondering what a witch could be doing there. “Wait, is that little night howler working with you? Is our prince really under a spell?” A nightwalker chief asked. “Aye, your prince is under a spell but not my spell,” Melissa said and everyone gasped. “And no, the little girl isn’t working with me. As a matter fact, she doesn’t even know she is being used.”

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

“Hello Miss Melissa. I’m Gwyneth Mercator. I’m also an aspiring equestrian.” Melissa widened her mouth in amazement. “Oh, now I see why you’re so familiar. It’s humbling to meet you. You’re a promising star.” “You’re one of the best people I want to meet too!” Gwyneth exclaimed. “Wow, it’s an honor. You and your cousin must be really close to have this same hobby,” Melissa commented. “If we will be vacant for some time, we can have our race course for a drill. I’m a polo enthusiast too.”

“You knew about it? You were a part of it?” “Duh! Did you think that Heather can do anything on her own? She is an idiot, she always needed help.” Melissa said and Sapphire almost fell but Maxwell held her. “Melissa!” She said, the pain showing in it and Melissa glared at her with contempt. “What? I see that you are getting smarter, but your kindness is what would kill you, I mean, I fired Melissa and you employed her? Idiot. This is the consequence of turning yourself into Buddha” Melissa mocked, saying the word closely in her face.

She sat on the bed and held a booted foot out to me. I pulled the boot off so she gave me the other one. I put them both out of the way and sat next to her. "What kind of work do you do, Melissa?" "Since I've been here I work for Hi-Country Trucking in the office. Invoices, billing, that sort of thing." "And, how long have you been here?" "Jack died September sixteenth last year. I've been here ever since then."