Melissa Oblivion Real Name Novels & Stories

Both girls were humans, but by now, Sabrina had figured she had better relationships with humans than she did with werewolves. "Hey, Rina, heard the latest gossip?" Olivia, the gossip girl of the group, looked at her with excitement. Tailor rolled her eyes but didn’t stop her from recounting the story she had just finished telling. "Last night, Melissa was caught having sex with one of the patients. Some rich second-generation Alpha from the Crescent Moon pack." "Woah." Sabrina wasn’t really surprised. She’d known Melissa since she started working here; the woman was just that kind of person. "How did she get caught?"

"So nice of you to come back. Did you finally decide to be my prodigal employee, hmmm? Miss Dayanne Amelie Laveau?" She cringed at the way Mrs. Ashmita said her whole name with that awful sarcasm in her voice. Dayanne is already thinking of running out the door but she immediately shut the thought. This is no time to be a coward. There's nothing to lose anyway. "Ma'am... I'm really sorry for the past few weeks. I have been into an accident and-" " And so I heard.", Mrs. Ashmita's cold tone made her doubt but she just thought that maybe she could reconsider her job here.

“These two men are very efficient. Very clean. They’ll kill you and dispose of your body before the brothers even realize you’re gone. And I’ll be there, crying, devastated that we were attacked by rogues. That I barely escaped with my life.” She moved closer, close enough that I could see the madness dancing in her eyes. “They’ll comfort me. Hold me. Thank me for trying to protect you. And eventually, they’ll forget about you entirely. Because that’s what you are, Anokai—forgettable.” “Please,” I whispered, hating the desperation in my voice but unable to stop it. “Please don’t do this.” “Oh, but I am.” Melissa’s smile widened. “You see, I don’t have any heartstrings left for you to tug on.

Draven chuckled. “Who? The witch or the bitch?” He snickered and Nicholas growled before trying to charge at him before Draven lunged past him and kicked him in the face. “Melissa! What did to do to her?” Nicholas growled and Draven sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. “Melissa, Melissa, Melissa. She’s not who you think she is. I don’t even know if she ever existed.” Nicholas frowned. Draven rolled his eyes.

I hated lying to him the most. "So, who are you then?" I took a deep breath. "My name is MelissaDunkens, and I was born and raised in a small town in northern New York. I don't come from a prominent west coast family as Milo has told you. My mother was a drug addict who was murdered eight months ago, and my father is the President of the Wicked Saints MC Club. That man behind you is AlexanderSmith, the Sergeant at Arms for the club, and my... my..." I didn't know what he was anymore.

Melissa used to tell me stories about them. CHRIS: So, how did you meet with someone from another world, sir. BOB: Melissa is from a world known as ICE NATION. She had a twin sister, Lisa. I'm not being partial but Melissa is the golden one of the twin. She has the beauty, power, brain, charisma while Lisa was the evil one. She has a heart full of evil tricks. She has always been envious of Melissa especially when their father announced Melissa as the heiress to the throne. Lisa wanted the throne badly and Melissa who was to rule thought there was more to the universe than in her world so she travel around other worlds carelessly. Lisa who has always wanted their father to hate Melissa would

“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.

A quite humming laughter erupted from her board member and all I could do was gaze at her. Once the smile disappeared from her face, she looked up. Not at me. “I am Melissa Steele, CEO of Petrovia Art Conglomerate. Let’s begin,” she said, flipping open a file. That introduction felt deliberate and I found my hands clutching into tight balls. No way is this Melissa. Speaking like this? So stiff and firm? Quickly Anita flipped back through our page. When we made that application, the name of the CEO was Isabella Steele. I rushed a quick googling on my phone and read that Melissa had taken over long ago but hadn't made the name changes official yet.

"Can I buy a chance to see Lillith? We were having quite an argument last night and I believed I was in the wrong. I want to give her my sincerest apologies." "I'm sorry but she is not in at the moment." Melissa faked a look of confusion. "Really?" He nodded. "How about Cali, her personal maid?" "She went with her." Melissa's eyes widened in shock. "What? What do you mean by that?" "I do not understand you, ma'am,"

"I'm not yours. I wasn't. My eyes raced back to the memories he was trying to impose on me. The throne, Althea's past, and the connection Astrael said we shared. However, I wasn't Althea. My name was Melissa. I was also making my own decisions. The bonds that surrounded Damon vanished with a single thought. With a gasp, he fell to his knees and then gazed up at me with wonder. "Melissa..." Astrael's surprise gave way to anger. "You believe you can disobey me?"