Melissa Honey Novels & Stories

She was really very beautiful. “Thank you Lady Selene, for the opportunity,” she threw me a small smile, bowing halfway before dropping her canvas. As the canvas went down, so did my eyes. There, staring before me was memories from years past. She turned around to leave, just giving space for the next person. “Wait,” I lunged forward, looking at her carefully. “Who are you? Who are your parents?” “My lady, I'm Melissa Dawson, an art teacher at the college of art. My parents are based in New York; a disabled mother and a father.”

“Now you're ready to cooperate. You see, we are planning to use you and your brothers, but you first, to cripple and destroy the werewolf hierarchy. And you, Rhett, is going to help us do that. You will bring down your own family with your hands.” Rhett laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that scared him. "You're hysterical, ma'am," he said, shaking his head. "You think I'd ever betray my family? You're crazy, I must say.” Melissa's smile never wavered for once as she spoke. "Oh, I know you wouldn't, but you will,” she said. She sounded sure of herself. "You see, Rhett, I have ways of... persuading people, it worked, you see. And I think you'll find my methods quite... convincing enough. I don't

Melissa came into the room in a matter of minutes. She was a peculiar looking woman. She was short and pear shaped. Her curly strawberry blonde hair was up in a clip with some curls hanging in her face. She had huge lensed glasses that made her eyes look magnified. It was hard not to smile when she walked in. “Hi my sweet, Alpha sent me to you.” She placed the tray of tea on the coffee table. “I also brought some Of these,” pointing to some fresh chocolate chip cookies.”

She turned to head back into the kitchen when she heard the loud clicking sound of womanly heels as they made contact with the tiled floor. Out of curiosity, she turned to look at the woman who was approaching her. She turned to find a beautiful damsel walking right towards her and couldn't find her voice anymore, she had heard stories of praises about Melissa, but they were all just gossip, and she didn't bother or care about them. But now, as she had witnessed Melissa's appearance with her own eyes, she realized that the rumors hadn't even praised her beauty enough. Melissa had black wavy hair and adorned herself in a red skimpy outfit that was, as expected, too revealing. She had brown ey

I replied, not knowing how to douse the flames I felt within—quickly. “That's fine. How is the party going?” The thought of Darius and the dance floated to mind. “It’s quite…” “Hazel.” We suddenly heard Melissa call. What was she doing there? She approached, dressed in a long white gown, with silver stones printed all over. Her breasts were propped up in a tantalizing display, and a waist corset helped outline the wide flare of her hips. Her hair was rich with silver pins, her neck with a full gem-crusted necklace, and her fingers with beautiful rings.

the lady standing close to the pass bar at the kitchen asks. I blink and shake myself out of the staring contest I never want to end and say, “Oh, yes. I am staying across the street, and I was talking with Melissa at the front desk.” I explain. “She tells me that someone working her sells honey?” the lady looks at the fine specimen standing before me, then back to me, and back at him as he stands there just looking at me and says nothing. “Gabe?” she laughs.

"Thank you." "But Honey is way better than your name," he adds, making me chuckle. I'm about to speak when Rosalie chimes in, "Oho... Honey? How about I call you 'F*ck off'? Dear Customer?" I immediately turn around as soon as she says that. Rosalie is the same age as me, but she's sarcastic and has a foul mouth. She speaks her mind, which is why she was assigned as a chef to prevent her from badmouthing the customers.

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.”

Hannah said, Melissa nodded, looking defeated. "I understand. I'll leave you alone now," Melisa returned home frustrated and devastated, and she just entered Into her apartment coldly, Melissa started thinking of thoer plot that could perfectly work for the destruction of Clifton and Laura, but she believes that she still needs someone to join her, she needs helping hands to make her plots against Clifton and Laura work, Meanwhile Hannah returned home, and she stared at her herself In the dresser, and she said to herself, am I not beautiful or good enough for Clifton, I think, I rather think of something to do, but I will never team up with anyone to carry out my plots”

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.