Melissa Mha Novels & Stories

“I shouldn’t have reacted that way. At least… not without explaining myself.” Alaric didn’t interrupt. He simply waited, giving her the space she needed. The silence between them felt heavy but not uncomfortable—like two people carrying burdens they weren’t quite ready to share. Melissa drew in a slow, shaky breath. “I used to work there. As a doctor.” Her eyes remained fixed on the floor. “Years ago.” Another pause. “I haven’t stepped inside that hospital since the day I left.” She swallowed hard. Alaric kept his expression carefully neutral, even though every word she spoke stirred something deep inside him. He knew far more than she was telling.

Her voice faded into just another noise in the hall as the door closed behind her, leaving Melissa to stand in the center of the room, gaze fixed on the ruined documents. The Chief Of Operations, was nothing like Regina. As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she felt her phone vibrate with a text message. Her expression soured a bit when she pulled it out and saw it was a message from Regina. [Report to my office, now!] The message read. Melissa sighed after reading the message and pocketed her phone. She quickly got to work and after she was done cleaning the desk, she went to Regina's office. With a knock on the door, she stepped in and her eyes immediately landed on Regina who sat beh

Kaira ran back into the house while mom remained watching us like a hawk. "We are waiting, Arianna," I said as we were all sited in the living room watching her. *Well---" she took in a deep breath, "Melissa isn't an ordinarily human, she's a human but not an ordinary one," "Okay we are all ears ma'am," Dean said a little too impatient. I placed my hand on his arm since he was siting right next to me. "Well, Melissa is part of the mermaid community, she's not a mermaid herself but she's queen Leah's daughter,she's my sister,"

" I saw a crack in Melissa's facade and I was sure she was taking advantage of the Fed's privileges. "What's the matter? Can't you answer your sister's question?" Cathy appeared from behind, "Melissa, you didn't accept an invitation from a married man, did you?" Melissa's face turned ugly, "Crazy bitch! Miller Corporation has officially hired me as Fed's new assistant. I don't need anyone's permission to be here."

I started toward my office, half-lost in thought, scrolling absently through my inbox as if a flood could drown out the knot twisting in my chest. Then I saw Melissa down the hall. Mia’s best friend. The last thread connecting me to her. Before I could talk myself out of it, I crossed the hall. She noticed me halfway, straightening instantly. Her laughter with a classmate faded, replaced by a polite, cautious composure. “Professor Hale,” she greeted, clutching her notebook to her chest. “Melissa,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Do you have a minute?” Her brows drew together slightly, and she nodded.

“Melissa, Hazel, the one I told you about, the new professor.” Melissa turns with a smile, her expression curious and open. “Ah, the occult studies professor. That’s not something you hear every day.” I smile and shake her hand. “It certainly makes for interesting conversations.” We spent a few minutes talking to her. Melissa works in publishing and seems genuinely fascinated by the academic side of supernatural lore. She asks about the strangest myth I’ve ever researched, and I tell her about a 17th century love spell involving frogs and hair clippings. We share a quiet laugh before Valerie pulls me gently along again.

[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."

- Melissa. - Mom!?

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.”

Gwyneth couldn’t even gather any reasons to get a benefit of the doubt to look at Melissa with pleasing gaze. “Hello Madame Latifa, I’m Melissa Hopkins. I’m the representative client of the Oda Infrastructures. I would like to talk to Mr. Oneil,” Melissa was straightforward on her words. She didn’t even falter on her stance as Latifa looks at her while holding a cup of tea.