Melissa Oblivion Last Name Novels & Stories

I stood, looking at the boys, my boys she had taken away from me, hidden them from me. “I don’t know why he calls me that," Melissa said, and just as always her voice sounded the same. "My name is Gabriella Barron,” she turned to me, keeping a straight face but I could see right through her act. “Quit the act, Melissa. You were mine at SilverRose Pack. Why do you have to lie over a case as simple as this?” I asked, stretching my hands towards her. This was the reason I came here. Fuck all those makeup letters I sent to Farrel. She is the reason I am here, and seeing that she wasn’t the only thing I would take back with me fueled my desire to make sure I returned with her.

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."

reputation, I kept it to a tight-lipped smile and a slightly bouncier step than usual. By the time I made it to my locker, my partners-in-crime were already there. Melissa, with her cool brown hair and calculating gray eyes, leaned casually against the metal door, while Evelyn, all strawberry-blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes, practically bounced on her toes like an overcaffeinated pixie. Ah yes, my golden duo: Evelyn, the wild princess with too much energy for one human body, Melissa, the mother hen who somehow thought she was responsible for everyone’s moral compass,

Melissa, on the other hand, remains eerily composed, a hint of satisfaction playing at the corners of her lips. Unbeknownst to Terry, she had been meticulously planning this encounter, and now her scheme had come to fruition. As Melissa's mind drifts into a flashback, she recalls the conversation she had with Miranda, their heads bent together in secrecy. It was during this exchange that Melissa learned about the upcoming party Terry was hosting, an event she had no desire to attend. Miranda, a mastermind in orchestrating manipulative scenarios, outlined a plan for Melissa to follow.

Melissa confesses. “Name?” Apollo asks. “I don’t know,” Melissa tells us. “FUCK!” Alex sits down. “Iris Clemons?” “Sounds right,” Melissa says. “What is it?” I ask. “I’m mated to her daughter!” Alex looks at us. “Lion Clemons is her mate.”

I will destroy anyone who stands in my way. I was getting tired of waiting for her to show up. I had expected to have found her by now. On my orders my men had teared the place apart trying to find her. I made everyone abandoned their poor excuse of a town. Yet still she had been nowhere to be found. As if she had just vanished into thin air. The letter left for her untouched. Melissa thought she had died when she escaped so did my men. But I knew better. I knew they thought I was mad. As if obsession had driven me to insanity. Only if they knew the key she could hold. I didn’t care what the others thought, they were all disposable. Every last one of them was just another ploy in my game. Me

"But I'm really not into modelling." "You should give it a try cos damn!" I didn't say anything in response and she continued. "I'm Melissa and this is my fiancée, Letitia." She pointed at the black one. "We both work at Lilith." "Fiancée?" I was kind of surprised. "You two make a lovely pair." "Thank you," Melissa and Letitia said at the same time. "Are you models?" "Oh no, I'm Lilith's head designer and Melissa is the chief marketing officer," Letitia replied.

Not to Rico, not to Justin, and especially not to Evelyn Hawthorne. She replayed their conversation in her head, Evelyn’s taunts cutting deeper than she wanted to admit. The mention of her past, her struggles, her mistakes, was not something Melissa was proud of. But she’d fought her way out of that life, fighting for every opportunity to get where she was. No one, especially not Evelyn, would drag her back. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: "Clock’s ticking. Decide where you stand." Melissa slammed the laptop shut and stood. She couldn’t let Evelyn control the narrative. She needed leverage, something Evelyn wouldn’t see coming. And if she had to dig deeper into the Hawthorne family’s dirt,

Olivia wanted to maintain her mother's approval, so she mimicked Reuben’s demeanor, acting as if they were acquaintances rather than adversaries. Their eyes locked, and with a sharp gasp, Olivia felt Reuben let her hand go quickly, not wanting to draw attention from anyone around them. David, Reuben's father, cleared his throat and said, "And this is Melissa, Reuben's girlfriend." Olivia turned to gaze at Melissa, a stunning woman she hadn’t recognized before. Standing before her, it was clear why she commanded attention; Melissa had that kind of beauty that lit up a room, making everyone stop and stare.

"Yeah sure. All that's left is for her to ask me to be her maid of honor.” Nick laughed. “And then she will name her first son after you.” My stomach churned at the thought of Olivia pregnant with someone else’s baby. "Yeah, Nick, don't overdo it.” I said, finishing cleaning the shop windows. "Well, okay.” Nick replied, stopping laughing "By the way, I almost forgot, look what I got.” He said, taking something out of his pocket. "This is a medical rest, validated in your name.” I said confused. "That's right.” He nodded smiling "And if you read well, you'll see that it starts running from tomorrow until Sunday.”