Melissa Mystreet Novels & Stories

I thought you if all people would understand that". Melissa stepped outside into the cool evening air and onto the decking. Seeing all that water around her made her nauseous and dizzy. She hopped into stable ground and grabbed onto a beam that supported the overhead structure. Emotions were a tidal wave building inside her. Thoughts of hiding, of playing along with Richard's plan for the past year ate away her insides. Having to pretend everything was great when she was dying inside fueled the force of the crash that was to come. The waves were cresting and she needed an outlet. Melissa glanced around before running onto the nearby bank. She crouched down and hugged her knees,looking across

Melissa beamed brightly, but I felt that she was a devil in disguise. "A mentally ill mistress accidentally falls from the stairs and dies from a miscarriage. What do you think about it," Melissa whispered in my ear. Although her voice was soft, it sent chills down my spine as I looked at her in horror. Fear drove me to escape, but there was nowhere to go. All I could do was hide in the corner. At that moment, Melissa picked up a mop from a filthy bucket and said, "People as dirty as you should belong with the trash." She sneered and swung the mop handle at my stomach without any warning.

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

Missy says with a breathtaking smile stretched across her angelic face when she spots me approaching the truck. I stop dead in my tracks, unable to form a proper thought for a second, and Larry clears his throat. "Don't make it sound like we decided this," the big cowboy mutters uncomfortably and I almost snort as my brain fog disappears. I have no idea why the quick-tempered female is seeking me out, but I don't think she wants to get to know me. Must be a business deal she has in mind and she is trying to flirt to get on my good side... Something that is unnecessary. Melissa is smoking hot. Every rancher here would listen to a business deal if it were coming from her. They might even take

MELISSA “I, Alpha Kayden Williams of Bloodmoon pack reject you Melissa Wilson, I have never wanted you….”I let his words wash over me as I sink the knife into my wrist, they are words that have broken me even more than my step mother’scruelty ever could. Life is no longer worth living. A feeling of euphoria washes over me as I feel my life’s blood drip away.Soon, I’ll be no more, soon, I’ll be free.I wrap my bloody hand around my six month pregnant belly. “I’m so sorry baby, Momma would always love you,” I whisper to my unborn baby as my own blood stains my clothes. I love my baby so much, but I have realized that the world would treat this baby just as cruelly as the world has treated me, o

The only difference was that she added a screenshot of the location. I sneered, saving every piece of evidence. Just then, commotion rose from the camp. I leaned forward to see. Melissa was in the center, holding up a selfie stick, livestreaming. "Hey, everyone. It's Melissa. My dog Max is missing. I'm so scared…" She squeezed out a few tears for the camera, her voice trembling. I muted the sound and watched her performance. Go ahead and make noise. The bigger, the better. Early the next morning, the mountain mist had yet to clear. I leaned against a tree trunk, sleepless and freezing. Checking my backup phone, I saw that Melissa's livestream had run all night.

Melissa stated grinning. She was wearing a crop top and crazy jeans, that made her look like a regular girl from the hood instead of a Salvador who had a net worth that ran in six figures. "Mel?" Maya whispered, not expecting to spot her in a random club with cheap drinks, street music and sweaty people when she could access five star rated ones. "What? This kind of scenes are my regular joint, especially when I want to take a break from the obnoxious people around me." She stated noticing the shock in Maya's demeanor, while eying the opened bottle of beer still in Maya's hand.

Meet Kristina Valdez She is an average and simple teenager. A little taller than usual standing 162 cm tall with her petite body weighing 48kg. She looks beautiful with her light brown eyes that perfectly matches the sun's warm tone. Having that sweet and awkward smile with her heart-shaped lips would make her everyone's girl crush but her beauty is unnoticed by most of the people because she rarely fix herself and she doesn't try to look good either. Kristina ties up her flowing brunette hair into a messy bun highlighting her rosy round cheeks. Kristina Valdez' POV

Before I have even sat down she is piling my plate high with a little bit of everything. “Now while you are eating, I’ll tell you a little about myself.” she says, pouring herself a mug of coffee. “For starters, I have worked for Mr Aves for the last ten years. I have found that although he comes across as cold and distant he is actually a warm and caring boss, well atleast to me. I am happily married and have two wonderful children, who at times may come here while I am working. Now tell me a little about yourself.” “Well,” I say, swallowing my mouthful. “My name is Victoria Stratos, but I’m guessing you already knew my full name. I am an only child. Before coming here I worked for my fathe

“She can help me rebuild an Empire after the crisis, Melissa, while you can only hide behind your father's name." "Trust me you don't want to go there,” she looked at me with a serious face. "You already did. I'm just completing what you started.” “OK then, Aldric, I guess you've made your choice. I hope you're ready for what's coming," Melissa said about standing up when I asked her if she knew who the president's personal designer is. “I wouldn't care to know, plus there's just no way it would be Scarlett, whatever her name is. I bet she's all broken or something," Melissa answered before the disappointment.