Melissa Mystreet Novels & Stories

She moved gracefully towards his desk, then her gaze fell on me. “Ah, you must be Jane,” she said with a warm smile. I blinked, momentarily taken aback. “Yes, um.. hello.” She extended her hand. “I’m Mira Thompson, the Creative Director. I primarily handle our fashion investments and collaborations.” Fashion. The mere mention of it struck a nerve deep within me, something too raw, too close for comfort. I shook her hand, trying to mask my apprehension. “I’ve heard about you,” she said. My heart raced. “Really?”

We finished dinner and the women ordered dessert. I ordered coffee because I really wasn’t a dessert person. It had nothing to do with watching my figure or sticking to a certain diet for my work-outs, I just didn’t like sweet things. I didn’t even take sugar in my coffee. “So what do you do for fun other than work and study and taking your clothes off in bars?” Melissa asked me with a smile. She was leaning closer to me now and her hand was on my arm again. I wanted to push it off but I knew that I would come across as rude. She had no right to touch me with Adelie sitting a few feet away from me.

The mission of announcing her arrival, and she hated her interruption like this. Having been living in the conscience of Jasmine for so long, she was no longer the sweet girl who would take just anyone's words and shit so easily. If she was sarcastic earlier, then she was the queen of 'I don't take a shit from anyone' now. Also, from her almost constant presence in Jasmine's mind, she knew that this girl was eyeing her husband, a thing that was least tolerable to her. "I am Alpha king's secretary, Melissa, the-" Melissa started but was cut off by Victoria.

just a nobody. "But they really need to stop this bad behavior already, they derived joy in seeing other people hurt", I blurted out. She nodded. "Iam Kelsi" I introduce myself collecting the bottle water I dropped earlier from her. "Rita!" She smiled widely, she is no doubt adorable with her red lips and big bright eyes. I smiled. "Let's get something before the break ends" rita urged exictedly while her followed behind her. After break, I walked into the class and sat down.

She sighs, keeping quiet for a minute before she speaks again, “I'm sorry Mr Miller, I'm sure you'll find her. Is there something I could help you with?” I shake my head as I swallow my sip of water, “Yeah, please check in Miss Briggens file, I'll need everything emailed to me in the next ten minutes, think you can manage?” Mandy agrees before she tells me that she will sort out the documents and send them through to me. I thank her then cancel the call. Grabbing my jacket, I make my way out of the apartment and towards my car. Climbing in the car I text Nila to meet me at the diner near the office before I drive off.

Hailey retorted hotly. Melissa Leonard was torn. She liked Mitchell. She even harbored her secret fantasies after seeing Mitchell in swim trunks at the pool party. He had transformed Christine from an almost reclusive scholar into a confident, lovely young woman. Melissa knew that Mitchell wasn’t responsible for Christine’s beauty or ability but rather for the confidence to show the world some of the many things she was capable of.

As Melissa stepped out of the hotel, her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Without wasting a moment, she dialed Zara Watson, her supervisor at BuzzFeed. The phone rang, and Zara's voice echoed through the receiver. "Melissa, what do you have for me? I hope it's a juicy scoop?" Melissa couldn't help but smirk. "Oh, it's definitely spicy, Zara. It involves none other than A-list actress Olivia Hamilton and our very own Mr Ashford."

She believes in her spirit that nothing can harm her as long as she is strong within herself. "I will not let anyone ruin this day for me!" Promising herself one last time, she started her car. ***** It’s a big event for the fashion world. The very famous fashion designer, Melissa Millar, known as the queen MM, is having her fancy designs exhibited by the top models of America. Melissa Millar is a twenty seven years old beautiful woman also known as the heartbreaker of the state. This famous fashion designer can top the look of the best model of the New York fashion industry.

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

The other clients would understand. The cast on her leg had already been taken off and she could now walk without the crutches. She decided to visit Tanner's house the next day and tell him the truth. About her identity and also why she had to leak Orlando's location. Hopefully, he would believe her. It was past ten at night and she was getting ready for bed. She went around the house turning off the lights and making sure all the windows and doors were locked. Then she climbed in and closed her eyes. Thinking about what she could do for a living. The money she had couldn't sustain her forever. She'd majored in law and could get a job as a paralegal. It would be even better if it was at Ashc