Melissa Lotm Novels & Stories

“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 complained. "He hit you, Mel?" Rick asked, alarmed. "Ricardo, wake up! I'm Melissa Lascuran, that idiot won't touch a hair on my head. I beat him up!" Melissa gave a half-smile, remembering. "Don't tell me anything else, Mel. I have to see that," I said, feeling a small glee. "What are you going to do?" Melissa asked. "I'll ask for the footage. Order a drink, you're taking the rest of the day off." I smiled at that crazy woman I hired as an advisor and who revolutionized my life.

Elise did her best to disguise her discomfort over the fact that Nate Kimble was seated directly across from her. To his left was Lilith Bertram and to his right was the beautiful Melissa Jameson. Melissa recently came out and was actively searching for a union with an eligible man. Unlike the Pratts, the Jamesons considered Nate Kimble to be an excellent catch. Therefore, Melissa was working hard to gain his favor. Considering Lilith was on his opposite side and she was certain he wanted to avoid any and all conversation with her, it made sense that Nate would pour all his attention on Melissa. The fact that she was a beautiful green-eyed redhead only served to sweeten the situation.

He set to work, and a couple of hours later, a comprehensive file appeared on Jeremy's computer, containing every detail about Melissa Williams. Melissa, a 26-year-old woman, had grown up in Brooklyn with her parents and older sister. She had pursued her education in France and currently resided with her friends in an apartment at Westlane. Jeremy discovered that she had an allergy to pineapples and had an affinity for chocolate. Her academic records revealed her intelligence, with excellent grades throughout her schooling. "She seems like a remarkable person," Jeremy thought, his interest growing.

Holding her waist with one hand, she straightened her back and asked in a rhetorical tone, “And what exactly will I be winning, ma’am? A man who used me? Abandoned me? The same man who manipulated me to work in his company against my will? No, thank you. If you want him so badly then take him. You can have him all to yourself. From her tone, I could decipher her determination. It seemed she'd made up her mind to never allow Listowel into her life again. Although her actions seemed genuine; I know better than to trust someone like her. Flipping my hair back, “Don’t lie to me. You’re still in love with him,” I said, still checking to see if she was over Listowel as she claimed to be. Melissa t

Yep, so now it should be easily distinguishable," I said flicking through pages looking for a sign of red. It wasn't until another hour later that I spotted the next red name. A girl named Elizabeth from the 1700s. I put my slight disappointment that it wasn't Milly aside and continued to search for another thirty minutes. "Max..." I said to my eldest cousin who had sloped back to the sofa. "I think I found her. Her full name is Millia right?" He nodded as he leant over my shoulder and looking to where I was pointing. "Millia Benedetta?" Max said reading the words on the page. "Her birthday, April 17th, 2007 AD, is right but why Benedetta and where is the rest of us?" "That's not your Dad,"

she said. Laura and Melissa exchanged numbers, and Melissa left the office, feeling happy that she had taken the first step towards making a new friend, The next week, Melissa was excited about her date with Laura. She had planned everything meticulously, from what they would wear to the food they would carry, She had even bought a new swimsuit for the occasion As the day approached, Melissa called Laura to confirm the plans. "Hey Laura, are we still on for the beach walk tomorrow?" she asked, "I'm sorry, Melissa," Laura said, "I won't be able to make it tomorrow. I have to work on an urgent project. Can we reschedule?"

“So… who would you like to pick?” I pointed to Melissa. “Her.” I heard a whisper from the back. “Wasn't she the personal maid of Luna Lyla Dune who died recently?” I felt even more determined to make Melissa my new maid. If I had access to her, living here would be a little more easier since it appeared that she had more knowledge than me here in Galahad. She was also nice to me when Anna couldn't. There was something more to her. And if the late Luna's death was suspicious, she was the one who could lead me out of it.

I sighed. “Yes I do, I know the kind of hot and ambitious woman that pursues you, no way you will settle for this,” Melissa irritably glared at Livia. “Don’t cross the line, Don’t speak about her in such a manner,” I warned her. “Please move right, my house is closer to Fin orbs estate,” Melissa angrily told the driver, I could understand her anger, she had been dotting on me for two years, she was beautiful and everything a man would ever want but I’ve never felt attracted to her not in the least.

Rod shrugged after a brief contemplation, “Well I will believe you if you say Brian is dead but saying Melissa has moved on with her life is a no for me. Melissa is in Ohio. I got a job for her at Lee Way Holdings which she promised to keep so as soon as I get to Ohio I will just check her up at the company and we will unite.” Salsa shrugged, “Nevertheless I will be glad if you can find her in Ohio. She has got me thinking and worried if all is well with her. How could she turn off her phone lines till this moment, knowing that we could be trying to hear from her?”