Melissa Novels & Stories

“Okay, okay! I get it, trust me, but getting all worked up before you know who this new person is won’t help. I’m just saying—don’t rush into anything yet. We don’t know all the details, right?” Melissa took a deep breath, calming herself slightly. “Maybe you’re right,” she agreed, though the fire in her eyes could still be seen. She then narrowed her eyes and muttered again in a dangerous whisper. “I’ll find out soon enough. And when I do, I’ll make sure they regret ever stepping into my territory.”

Pierce said as he walked towards the door. He opened the door. A tall woman who had long brown curly hair, wearing a. Black flowing gown with loads of beads on her neck and barefoot, stood up smiling at him with her brown old teeth. “Good morning,” she said softly. “You must be Pierce.” Pierce blinked, looking at her. “Who are you?. You?” “My name is Melissa,” she said, stepping into the doorway. “I heard about the elderly deaths. I’ve come to help.” Nicolas raised his head, eyes locking on Melissa. There was something familiar about this woman. Like he had known her his whole life.

I joked. “You’re not changing the topic,” Melissa said with a straight face. Sometimes I get scared by how quickly she can read me. She can be very talkative, but she’s also incredibly observant. Melissa is like a snake—you never know when she’s present, watching everything unfold. As much as she listens to town gossip for her own entertainment, she doesn’t get involved in it or any argument that could cause her stress. “Why did you fight with Vee? Is it still about that?”

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.

Before I get my dick in her. After we finished we had dinner with Melissa. Lexi and I used that time to get to know her. Melissa trained hard to become a gamma and warrior. She loves her pack and would do anything for them. She considers it an honor to serve the present and future Alpha and Luna. “ Melissa, can I ask you a question?” Lexi asks. Melissa sits up straighter and beams like she is honored to be talking to Lexi. “ Of course. You can ask me anything.” Melissa said.

Melissa shrugged her shoulders, "I wouldn't either." He hated when Melissa was right, but she usually was. Melissa oftentimes got on his nerves. She was his closest friend that remained with him after high school, and who moved four hours down from their home city to Rickpark, pursuing her own dreams and helping Eric achieve his. Eric's wanted to become a writer, and believed finding connections in the literary industry was an easier route, while Melissa wanted to become a dancer, and Rickpark was famous for having made dancers become known around their industry.

Maisy said, trying to reassure her young madam. “I know, it’s just…something doesn’t feel right” Amelia replied. She turns her gaze to her maids before letting out a heavy sigh. She then walked towards the mini living room and sat down on the couch before opening the TV to get her mind somewhere else. Amelia was watching silently when her phone rang. Helga took it from the bed and handed her the phone. Amelia answers it after noticing that it was a call from Damian. ‘Damian!’ she thought. “Hello, is this Mrs. Castillo?” the woman said on the other line.

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.

Melissa came into the room in a matter of minutes. She was a peculiar looking woman. She was short and pear shaped. Her curly strawberry blonde hair was up in a clip with some curls hanging in her face. She had huge lensed glasses that made her eyes look magnified. It was hard not to smile when she walked in. “Hi my sweet, Alpha sent me to you.” She placed the tray of tea on the coffee table. “I also brought some Of these,” pointing to some fresh chocolate chip cookies.”

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.