Melissa O'neal Novels & Stories

“ Brenda “ Mrs Jones spoke up making her freeze in her steps, she turned to look at the middle aged doctor that seemed to have grown older a few days ago. “ Had you figured out the main reason for this, why Amelia would do this to herself ?” Brenda realised what exactly she meant and shook her head “ we hadn’t reached that step yet in our conversations but I guess I know the cause “ she whispered back remembering the news that had spread so widely that night, even though she had never got a copy she still read it on the internet during her research “ Really, then what’s the reason ?” Mrs Jones replied finally looking up from the depth of her palms, she really wanted to know why a beautiful w

I can hand over Aleng Madielaine to the police but there's a side of me that I want to know her life, her profile and her problem. // WyByCa

Daisy stood beside her car, the file still clutched tightly in her hand, its weight a tangible reminder of the choice laid before her. Twenty billion dollars, a sum that could rewrite her life's narrative in a single stroke, yet its acquisition tethered to a morally tangled web. 'This is no way Seth Nathaniel would allow me to do this...unless we could use the money to pay off the investors that are threatening to leave MetaX, his late father's company.' Daisy Hunter's thoughts raced as she stepped into her black sedan SUV. "I need to talk to Allison Melody before I even make my decision." Daisy Hunter muttered to herself as she swerved the car towards her home.

Bernice I suppress the disgust in my heart, Melissa is a professional at slandering others. Thanks to her, I have seen it many times in my past life. I said coldly, "He's just a friend from my college days. Melissa grinned triumphantly, "Sister, my friends and I are here to celebrate my promotion. What about you? Don't you have to go back and make dinner?" The girls with her laughed mockingly after she spoke. I stood up, "The maid will take care of everything at home. Melissa, Eorna is by invitation only, I didn't know you were a member here." I saw a crack in Melissa's facade and I was sure she was taking advantage of the Fed's privileges.

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.”

“I understand that.” “Then there’s nothing to discuss.” Melissa exchanged a quick glance with the employees behind her. “There may be nothing inappropriate about the photograph, but that doesn’t mean people won’t create a story around it.” “They create stories every day.” “This one involves your assistant.” I felt my jaw tighten. “Her name is Ofelia Bennett.” “I know who she is.” “Then stop calling her a mystery woman.” Melissa held my gaze calmly. She had worked for me long enough not to be intimidated by my tone.

A part of me doesn't want to egg him on, but he’s being such a prick right now and riling both me and Netty up, with both of us on the same page it’s hard backing down. “Enough,” yells a woman, standing and raising her voice over the chaos that has erupted around us. Her aura is strong, making everyone cower down, even myself as a wave of calm washes over me and Netty. ‘Whats happening’ Netty groans as she curls back down. ‘She’s Luna, Oliver's mother’ I mumble, that could be the only explanation to why she has any sort of control toward Netty and I. While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver.

she sat at the back of the limousine and Alexis joined her. ***************** They stopped at a big organization, made with glass and STARFORCE was boldly written on it. that alighted from the limousine and the reporters began to murmur. ** wow she look so beautiful ** finally the summers now have a female dancer and vocalist among them. ** woah!! dream look so hot as ever, our forever best rapper. ** Alexis and branny you look super handsome, love you our main vocalist" the reporters and crazy fans kept screaming. " Their screaming are really annoying" Nicki muttered walking into the main building

"She slapped me for calling her daughter a bastard? Hah. Just wait until the Hale heiress’s engagement party. I’m going to make sure the real E.H. knows exactly who has been warming her fiancé’s bed. I’m going to expose that bitch Elara as a home-wrecking mistress in front of the entire Hale family. It would be fun to see her losing face in front of all. And the Hales will destroy her! Hah" "Melissa, are you sure?" One of her friends asked. "If you're wrong...then—" "I'm not wrong! I heard Katherine Hale herself say her daughter is the one marrying Christian Miller. That simply means that the bitch Elara is just a placeholder. She is nothing but a cheap, filthy mistress, and a temporary dist

thanks love i'll get a quick shower now" melissa nods walking out if the room to stand by the door, melissa loves her job as a guard afterall she want just anyguard she once was the personal guard of the luna but due to damien's death positions switched but she still remains the guard to the godmother of the pack, melissa hopes xyla could end it all once and for all, she knows the luna was capable of pulling the strongest strings in the internal court, she has important people on side she controls the matter if the internal court,