Melissa Honey Novels & Stories

“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.”

“Deep breaths honey. I'm sure everything will be fine, you'll do great!” Melissa gave herself a pep talk when she finished dressing up. Tonight was the night she and Kaden was finally going to do it and she was feeling nervous as hell. It was going to be her first time and she was afraid she wasn't going to being good enough for him especially since it was clear he'd been with more than one girl before. “Shit, maybe I should just cancel it and pretend I'm on my periods, that should work but again---” she sighed sitting on her bed, pushing her hair back, “I made a promise. I can't just back out now,”

She jokingly told her. Melissa Johnson, the youngest miss of the Johnsons. 25 years old and her best friend, maybe since they were just fetus. Everyone can notice the resemblance between her and Maverick. She’s indeed a beauty, wearing a black body-hugging dress and high heels. “I missed you, Sob.” The woman said with her slightly teary eyes. Melissa went to Spain for work experience in a span of three months. They have not seen each other for a long time and she just came back.

I look down and find a card still stuck on it. I sighed and took the card, insert mine and draw some money, then making sure that I tuck my card safely in my pocket. I inspecting the previous card. I was just about to bring it to the shopkeeper boy, just in case someone went back to search for it, when I flip the card and read the contact information behind it, written with a marker. [If you find this card, please call my number, Moira Stephan.] A phone number written below. A pang surged in my chest. Why did moon goddess did this to me? It's been eight years since I left her, yet now our fate aligned again by an ATM machine.

Caden mentioning Melissa's name immediately caught my attention. "Melissa?" I asked looking at Rowenna. "Melissa is working for Kaleric. I saw them. They have a strong alliance and I think they have been together for a long time." Caden continued, his voice steady but laced with tension. “Long before she ever became Duncan’s Luna.”

⚡Chapter 26⚡ Kathryn's POV "How is it going? Do you think you can get him to fall for you?" I asked Melissa over the phone "Who am I? I'm Melissa Eric and once I set my heart to something, I don't stop until I get it done. I might not be a model but guys tend to fall at my feet everytime and Chris isn't any different. He's beginning to fall for my tears and I will have him wrapped around my fingers soon. Don't worry about a single thing and just prepare yourself" she said

I asked, poker-faced. Okay, I know what she's doing; what I want to ask her is, what the fuck is she doing HERE?! " Coming back to my husband's home, any problem Honey? " Hold up, husband? " What do you mean, husband? " I could feel a muscle in my jaw flex. Melissa swivels towards me with a plastic smile already on her face. It's only then I notice what she is wearing. A knee-length blue gown, the same shade as her eyes. It's one of those see-through dresses I used to love on her, but right now, seeing her in it, or rather through it, pisses me off.

That wasn't the case, I think they just didn't know how to care , judging by his actions just now it had seemed like he didn't have any idea of what to do with Hazel, so he'd just opted to stay away from her ,Just the way Hayden had tried to stay away from me for the sake that he didn't want to hurt me. My thoughts snapped when the door twisted opened , I looked up expecting to see either Hayden or his brother, it was neither. Instead it was an unknown striking woman who looked to be about my age. Her hair was straight and black, the curve of her cheekbone pronounced, the bright red shade of lipstick giving her an aura of confidence. I watched as she made her way inside until her gaze fina

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

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.