Melissa Mha Novels & Stories

A round of applause ensued from the background, the only thing on my mind was to finish as soon as possible and go back to my normal life. "Thank you so much," he continued. "I present to you one of Carlton's finest lecturers. 7 years ago, she joined us in this fine college as a student and she has tremendously stood out, making us forced to retain her as one of our lecturers. Today she will be anchoring today's programme, please give it up for Miss Melissa Dawson, a round of applause please." The hall became rowdy with students shouting with joy and making the hall echo with their resounding claps. I relaxed in my seat, trying to believe that another woman just bore the same name to the wom

She tossed her hair over her shoulders. "Hey, you hustler, this isn't a pleasure house." Melissa waved her finger in the air as if indicating the office. "Monday through Friday, during business hours, and other times whenever I think he should be here, Martinez is mine. I'm in charge of him! And I won't tolerate hustlers desecrating a man's holy workplace. Now, turn on your heel and get out of here." "Hector!" Hanna shouted. At that moment, I realized Melissa was going to get things in order at my company, and I needed her more than Hanna at the moment. I was really being careless with my business, and that wasn't good.

she said and Sam and Leah shared confused looks. " What did you dream about because you fainted few hours ago " Sam asked her. " I dreamt that molly came to visit me here at this hospital and I saw her and she saw me but I know it was just a dream because molly doesn't even know where I am and even if she does she certainly will never come find me but yet it felt so real " melissa said " Melissa you weren't dreaming about seeing molly because you really did see her and she is right here " leah said pointing to where melissa was sitting with the red haired man.

“Who’s this?’ she asked in a low voice. Proserpina looked around; she had been lost in thought. Smiling tiredly, she said, ‘That’s Maja. She is a friend of Schwartz.’ And she waved to Maja, inviting her to join them. Melissa‘s head whipped around again and she did a double take as her eyes skimmed over Maja and her scruffy jeans and old baggy shirt that did nothing for her appearance. So totally unlike anyone Schwartz, the dapper gent that he was, usually associated with. Aiyana had been a study in laid calculated perfection; never a hair out of place. Melissa continued to size up the other woman who was bristling with annoyance now at being observed like she was a cow at a fair on display.

Melissa didn't know that Elara, the girl from five years ago who Melissa always thought of as a cheap gold digger and orphan, was none other than the heiress the Hales were talking about. Wait….If Christian Miller is engaged to the prestigious Hale heiress, the daughter of Katherine Hale…..then what is Elara doing with him? Melissa thought, her mind racing hard with many questions and thoughts. And that's when a twisted logic began to take place in Melissa’s evil mind. She didn't know that Elara was E.H. Only if she knew the real identity of the Hale heiress. "Oh, this is perfect," Melissa whispered to herself, a cold and chilling laugh escaping her throat. "This is absolutely delicious."

The words itched at my brain. “Hey.” A high-pitched voice called from the other side of the table. I turned. A red-haired woman, beautiful, with a smile that could light up a dark room. “Hey,” I responded. “I’m Melissa. I work in the Emergency Control Unit.” Her high-pitched voice, though not loud, made my eardrums ring.

Few days later,Anne took her husband's advise and decided to leave the past,since she knew crying won't make Mrs Helen come back to life,in a month she was fits,she resume her daily chores,took care of the children and took care of her husband who was happy he finally make his wife let's go. A year later Melissa graduated in flying colors,after four years in the university. She became a director in one of the biggest oil company , Sebastine was so proud of her for achieving her goals ,but Melissa on the other hand thanked him for protecting her , saying that if not his protection over the years of her childhood ,she would have been a forgotten person in her family . Rick Melissa's father,and

Melissa seemed to arrive at the same conclusion as she immediately turned towards him. "I hate this building already." Adam glanced at her. "Because it's better than ours?" "Because it reminds me how much work I still have." The receptionist looked up. "Can I help you?" Melissa stepped forward before Adam could answer. "We have an appointment with Mr. Victor Hammond." The receptionist checked something on her computer. "Name?" "Melissa Hale." Recognition flashed across the woman's face before she punched some keys on her keyboard. "Ah! Yes. Mr. Hammond is expecting you." The receptionist stood. "Please follow me."

Massaging her forehead and ruining her makeup. "Hello ma" she whispered as she sat on the chair Madame West showed her "As I said before I am " "Melissa Hart" Madame West interrupted "The ballet dancer that luckily good selected among for the school ballet and contemporary dance awards without been tested and unfortunately got her scholarship retrieved on the second week of resumption" Melissa was sure she noticed the woman's lips keep moving but she couldn't get a word out of it as she was shocked and temporarily dumb. She wouldn't stop closing and opening her mouth like a jellyfish and still didn't make any sense as she felt too puzzled to say a word.

Melissa asked with smiles on her face . "Exactly ma, we have been fine. Am so sorry once again for my nonchalant behaviour just now". she apologized "It's alright, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that..am having a bit of a bad day" Melissa answered smilingly "So, what brings you to The Central Museum" Joy Solomon inquired . "Yeah, I came for employment purpose. Graduating as a Tourism Student, I have to apply for job related to my field of study so I can practice the theories learnt in school to practical reality" She responded