Melissa Mha Novels & Stories

“Do you have any preferences for the rehearsal dinner menu?” Mia opened her mouth, then closed it. “I trust your judgment,” she said finally. Melissa’s gaze sharpened. “You’ve been very trusting lately,” she said lightly. “Mr Hult wanted your opinion on everything ” Mia’s pulse skipped. She met Melissa’s eyes, forcing calm. “I’m learning to delegate.” Melissa smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Breakfast ended, but the surveillance didn’t. They moved to the sitting room, then to the garden, then back inside. At every turn, Melissa was there. Always a step away. Always watching.

"Damien Voss, as I live and breathe." The voice came from behind us – feminine, cultured, dripping with false warmth. I turned, and my blood ran cold. Melissa Voss stood there in a gown of shimmering gold, her blonde hair swept up elegantly, her green eyes fixed on us with predatory interest. She was beautiful in that calculated way that came from expensive procedures and even more expensive stylists. "Melissa." Damien's entire body had gone rigid. "I didn't realise you'd received an invitation." "Darling, I'm on the board of the Hartwell Foundation." Her smile was sharp as glass. "Of course, I received an invitation. Her eyes slid to me. And you must be Elena. We met briefly at Voss Tower,

To bring Mama Melissa back to the place where she truly belonged. *****

The director’s personal assistant is the only one who has that information, and he is not budging. Melissa’s eyes flared with anger, and she whirled around to face Hailey, raising her voice. “You’re telling me you still don’t know? What kind of assistant are you?” “I…I...” Hailey tries to say something, but she didn’t even know what to say to pacify Melissa at that point. “Useless! How can you not get a simple piece of information? What’s the point of having you around if you can’t do your job?”

"May I know you good name please?" "Melissa." The lady stood confidently, with her hands folded across her chest area. "Firstly Melissa, let me teach you a few rules to deal with your boss. Never ever block her way, before she gets offended and fires you. Secondly, always stand with your hands at the back when ever you talk to your boss. What is your professional qualification?" Eva looked at her from head to toe, and frowned in disgust purposely to offend the lady. "I am an MBA from Imperial college London." The lady spoke up proudly.

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

Melissa's journey as the CEO and expectant mother was met with challenges, but she faced them head-on with determination and the support of her loved ones. Melissa had just finished celebrating the successful completion of a massive contract job when her phone rang. It was Richard, the head of the sales department, urgently informing her about a missed opportunity with a potential client. They were one of the company's biggest prospects, and securing their contract would be a significant achievement. Richard explained that he had sent Melissa an email about the contract while she was engrossed in the previous project. He emphasized the time-sensitive nature of the situation, as the client wa

Melissa almost clicked her tongue when she thought about it. Back to the business of the day, Melissa took a deep breath, put on her dark shades, and adjusted her composure. She had made sure to put on heavy makeup, hoping that Alex wouldn't recognize her so easily. She walked into the reception and glanced around for a second before walking up to the receptionist. "How much I help you, Ma'am?" "I am Melissa Kim, and I would like to see Mr. Alex for the award." Melissa was shocked when she saw the receptionist gasp.

By offering insights and anecdotes, Melissa aimed to normalize the challenges and changes that come with motherhood, hoping to alleviate Kaia's worries and reinforce the strength of her bond with Beau. In this delicate dance of conversation, Melissa tactfully worked to build Kaia's confidence and redirect her thoughts, creating an atmosphere of understanding and support. Through these efforts, Melissa sought to foster a sense of reassurance for Kaia, helping her embrace the transformative phase of motherhood with a more positive outlook.

I had to be reminded that Melissa's mother was named Catherine. Catherine was working at the same elementary school where Melissa and I had been students years earlier. She was the school counselor. Naturally, that meant she was off for the summer...mostly. Melissa had been working at a store in the mall over the summer, but her last day had been the previous Friday. She was very excited to announce that she had been accepted to college.