Melissa Moretti Novels & Stories

Melissa a young beautiful blued tail mermaid slave ran away from home on her 18th birthday after she was set free from her mother's punishment she completed. She left the sea and met Asher a young billionaire CEO who she previously saw his picture in the sea and one of her reason for coming to human world.

Five years into my marriage to Dante Moretti, the Don of the Chicago Outfit, the entire underworld knew he loved me more than life itself. He’d had a violin—for me—tattooed right next to his family crest, a symbol of loyalty that could never be erased. Until I got the photo from his mistress. A cocktail waitress, sprawled naked in his arms, her skin marred by the dark bruises of rough sex. She had scrawled her name right next to the violin he’d gotten for me. And my husband had let her. "Dante says only being inside me makes him feel like a man anymore. You can’t even get him hard anymore, can you, sweet Alessia? Maybe it’s time to step aside." I didn't reply. I just made a single call. “I need a new identity. And a plane ticket out.”

As the flames engulfed my body in the underground warehouse, I used the last of my strength to call my brother, the new Don of the Moretti family. Just as I was about to draw my last breath, Lorenzo finally answered, his voice as cold as the Sicilian winter wind. "Isabella, what the hell are you up to now?" "Brother, save me…" My voice was barely a whisper, but he cut me off without a hint of mercy. "Can't you go one day without causing trouble?" "Liliana's debutante dinner is next week. If you don't show up, I'll drag you back here myself." He hung up without a second thought, completely oblivious to the desperation in my voice. Despair mingled with the searing agony that wracked my body as the flames danced higher, and I couldn't hold on any longer. As I closed my eyes, tears still trickled from their corners. You won't have to drag me back, my brother. I'm never coming back.

The night before my wedding, I found out I was pregnant. That same night, I found out my fiancé had already chosen another woman to give him his first child. Adrian DeLuca, heir to a mafia empire and the man who once swore I was the only woman he would ever love, came home carrying her perfume on his clothes and told me, as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world, that it was only a medical arrangement. His dead friend’s widow needed an heir, and after I had failed to give him one through sixty-six rounds of IVF, he had decided this was the best solution for everyone. I said nothing. I let him go on preparing the wedding. I let him believe I would still walk down the aisle and become Mrs. DeLuca. But while he was planning our ceremony, I was planning my disappearance. On our wedding day, the estate would still open its doors. The guests would still arrive. The ceremony would still begin. But the bride Adrian DeLuca betrayed would die there. By the time he learned the truth, that I had been carrying his child all along, I would already be gone under a new name, taking his heir somewhere he could never reach.

The most reckless thing I had ever done was turn my back on the Moretti name and leave St. Clair Harbor with Lucian DeLuca when the Commission pushed his family out and he had nothing left. For three years, we lived in a drafty Brooklyn loft and ducked black Chevrolets on winter nights. Then Lucian fought his way back to the East Coast table. Everyone started calling him Mr. DeLuca again,and I became Mrs. DeLuca, the woman he swore he would always protect. Then Clara Voss appeared. She had once saved his life as a night nurse at an underground clinic, and Lucian never forgot it. He bought her a clinic, protected her family, and let her step, inch by inch, into the middle of our marriage. He said he still loved me, but he also said I was spoiled, jealous, and needed to learn my place. So I did. I signed the divorce papers and left New York behind. Mrs. DeLuca was dead. Evelyn Moretti had come back.

Everyone in southern Italy knew that Lorenzo Moretti loved me like a madman. And yet he had been keeping a much younger woman in Naples. They said she looked just like I had years ago. He told people she was only a reminder of the woman he had once loved most. He also gave strict orders that no one was to let me hear about her. Until the day I found out I was pregnant. I went to his office to tell him the news myself, only to stop outside the door when I heard a young woman’s voice from inside. “Lorenzo… am I only here because I remind you of her?” The door was slightly ajar. Through the gap, I saw a young woman who looked too much like me, wrapped in his jacket and holding his glass. I stood there, barely breathing. Then I heard him answer. “Don’t compare yourself to her.” “She could never be what you are.” I turned and walked away without making a sound. That night, I called my mother. “Mother, I’ve made up my mind.” She was silent for a moment. “I want a fire,” I said. “Something no one survives. By the time it’s over, Sophia Moretti needs to be dead to the world.”

I gave Adrian Vale eight years of my life. Eight years of waiting,forgiving,and pretending it did not hurt every time he chose his pride,his career,or his childhood friend over me.He always said he loved me.He always said marriage was only a matter of time.But somehow,that time never came. At my best friend’s wedding,when the bouquet finally landed in my arms,I gave him one last chance.One sentence was all I needed. Instead,Adrian took the bouquet from me and handed it to another woman. He thought I would cool down,come back,and wait for him like I always had. But he forgot one thing. I was Elena Moretti,and when a Moretti woman stops waiting,she does not look back.

"I hope you’re hungry, Luca. Because in this dress, I’m the only thing on the menu you can't afford." In the neon-soaked towers of the Voss Crime Syndicate, power is the only currency—and Valeria Devereux is bankrupt. Stripped of her legacy and forced into a demeaning maid’s uniform to serve the very elites who destroyed her family, Valeria is a glitch in a world of billionaire kings and mafia monsters. But behind her submissive gaze lies a lethal mind and a hidden high-tech edge. When Alessandro “Zane” Moretti, the cold-blooded heir to the Moretti Empire, arrives to finalize a merger, he doesn't see a servant. He sees a weapon. He’s the man who could burn her world down—or set her body on fire. In a high-stakes game of enemies-to-lovers and dark obsession, Valeria must choose: stay a pawn in the Voss's cruel games, or surrender to the dangerous billionaire who wants to own her soul. Tags: #MafiaRomance #Billionaire #DarkRomance #EnemiesToLovers #HighTechCrime #ForcedProximity #Vengeance

BLURB Dylan found his perfect mate and planned to make her his after his father's burial. However he found out that her family members had a hand in his father's death. He got very angry and decided to make her suffer everyday. Just when she finally met the man of her dreams, Jasmine's life became a nightmare. He made her feel much more miserable than her family members did. What was worse? She was his mate. Would Dylan ever believe the words of her mouth? Would he ever acknowledge her as his Mate after hearing what her family members did?

Selene a brave female werewolf having a birthmark from an Alpha bloodline and the last of her kind, who never knew of her true identity but worked as a maid with Mr Orion a ruthless alpha werewolf who wasn't interested in finding a mate but kept countless lovers, He later happened to be Selene's mate, a twist of fate. _____ " Selene, your birthmark... is a sign of your destiny. It's only given to the children of an Alpha werewolf blood" She smiled again, her eyes glinting with a knowing light." Ah.. But that's where you're wrong Selene. you'd see what you're truly capable of and when you do, you'll join us as of our own" I felt a shiver run down my spine as she straightened up, her eyes never leaving mine. what did she mean? What was I capable of? And what did she mean by "join us"? I was human, not a werewolf. But the mark on my arm seemed to be pulsing with a strange energy, as if it was trying to tell me something.