Melissa Mystreet Novels & Stories

Willow Mel, looking as gorgeous as ever, was dressed in a tight red number with mile-high Louboutin's, and she had her blonde hair straightened. If you looked up the word ‘bombshell’ in the dictionary, I’m sure Melissa’s picture would be there. “Mr Grayson,” I say, still feeling formal when I see him, and he chuckles. “Please, we're off the clock. Call me Reid.” He says. “I hope you don't mind me being here. Melissa has just helped me put out wildfires, so I want to thank her with a drink.” He finishes then calls a bartender over.

My head pounded, the headache intensifying. For two days straight, he'd disturbed me nonstop. He was becoming more aggressive with each day that passed by. He'd even started tossing things around, throwing constant tantrums for the first time. For heaven's sake, how was I supposed to find a woman I knew nothing about? Melissa Brown. My Intel could only retrieve a little information about her. Her parents were immigrants. She started a software company with her “fiancé” when she was sixteen. Mystic Arts Cooperation was thriving quite well in the industry, and she was recently announced as the CEO.

Her voice was a growl, deadly and low, inches from his face. “Say that again,” she hissed. “Say it to my face like a man—since you’re so brave behind your words.” He winced, caught between pain and fear, stammering incoherently. But Melissa didn’t move. “I’ve fought for everything I have. Every title, every shoot, every damn medal,” she spat, fists clenched tightly. “And I will never let anyone reduce me—or my sister—to some pathetic stereotype for your amusement.” People were frozen. Stunned. Watching.

“She's been dying to see the house, and I do miss her like crazy.” I was already picturing it. Melissa is Jane’s older sister by three years. She lives a couple states away, always popping up in Mira’s stories with energy she displayed. I met Melissa severally at holidays, where Jane was soft-spoken, thoughtful, also the kind of beautiful you notice slowly. But Melissa? Melissa was… electric, tall like her sister but curvier. She had this effortless confidence in tight dresses, always on bold lipstick, the kind of woman who walked into a party and owned it without trying.

At Linux enterprise Gema stood with Melissa McCarthy the makeup artist of the renounced Brianna Zachary. They both were having a conversation as gema went ahead to give her point. "Not my problem" Gema chimed in as she stared at Melissa slowly. "Miss has asked us to come to her office not everyone has the privilege". Melissa hushed Gema. She hasn't been to Brianna's office before so this was obviously her first time, she was stunned when the call came in it took a few seconds for her to process the words from the secretary.

She said. I frowned. “It does! That has everything to do with what's going on now because I choose you to be my maid and if you're going to be my maid, you might as well tell me about who you've been working for and why you refused to tell me you were the late Luna's maid when we first met.” Melissa sighed, “After the late Luna died, I was sent to work as a fashion designer. You've just arrived here, what are you doing? If you really want to earn the Alpha's love, you need to be welcoming, loving and—”

Jasmine gasped beside me, “Ari—” Melissa ignored her. With a snap of her fingers, three big empty kegs clattered at our feet. “Take these,” she sneered. “Go to the river by the eastern border and fetch it for me. And be fast about it.” She turned to leave, her voice trailing behind like venom. Jasmine turned to me, disappointment flickering in her eyes. Her voice was low, and the disappointing weight of her words crushed me more than Melissa’s cruelty. “You were the Alpha’s kind maid all along?”

Celine's ever cheerful voice came up. "Ce-line.. Celine" Melissa called admist tears. "What is it Melissa? What's wrong?" Celine asked in a worried tone and Melissa only continued to cry. "Talk to me... Did something happen? Tell me!" Celine urged on. Melissa sniffed and spoke up "Am in a deep mess Celine. I just committed a grave mistake" "Hold on, make me understand. What mistake are you talking about?" "I.. I.. Had séx with him" Melissa said.

Alpha Nathan’s POV “Alpha Nathan, you’re here?” Melissa, our pack seer, looked startled to see me standing alone at her door. “Yes, Melissa. I need to talk to you,” I said, my patience already running out. Melissa, a middle-aged woman with long red hair and sharp brown eyes, gave me a curious look before stepping aside to let me in. She closed the door and led me to the couch. I took a seat, and she settled onto the couch opposite me.

Some people were indignant, commenting one after another. "Is such a bitch actually a vice principal? Did she sleep her way up? Dig her out! There has to be more!" "How dare a mistress boss around there?" "I knew her. Her father is Secretary Maxwell, a very influential figure in the education sector. It's quite a surprise that his daughter has taken on such a role." When they soon found out who my father was, they clamored to report it. At this juncture, any attempt to suppress the trending news would only work the opposite way.