Melissa Shield Quirk Novels & Stories

Melissa tried her best, but she still failed to gain his affection. This kind of disappointment made her feel frustrated to the core. Since Melissa followed the old master, no one in this club dared to bully her again. However, it was still different. When Melissa saw Sean protecting Yvette like this, she gritted her teeth and took a step forward. “I was just playing a prank on Ms. Quimbey, but this shows how loyal she is to Sean. She would rather change into a waiter’s uniform and escape, which proves that she’s not sincere toward Sean at all. Isn’t it a risk to leave such a ticking time bomb by Sean’s side?”

"What the hell is leaf boy and is she calling me that? she must be insane, such a beauty to be insane. who are you and what are you doing in my house naked I asked her again and she ignored me and tried touching me again and I moved back. "Who sent you here to seduce me you S**t" I said and she frowned. "why are you still calling me s**t again? you keep calling me s**t all the time, I have told you that my name is Melissa and not s**t, Perhaps I might look like your s**t girl but I am not her" she said and I find myself chuckling. "Are you insane? I asked her and she glared at me getting angry "I just told you now that I am not your insane and your s**t that my name is Melissa; can't you hea

Sarus Anderson replied with a warm, respectful nod. ​"Thank you, Atty. Anderson! Truly, thank you for everything!" I beamed, before turning my gaze to the elegant woman standing right beside him. "Thank you so much for your support, Ma'am!" She offered a beautiful smile, shaking her head gently. ​"Please, just call me Lara, no need for the formal titles," she murmured warmly, stepping forward to pull me into a gentle embrace. "Just like Sarus said, you earned your liberation from the ghosts of your past. You are finally free, Raegan, and we are incredibly honored to have played a part in helping you get your life back," she whispered into my ear.

Even the big mahogany table was Christmassy. No Melissa felt uncomfortable because she was thrown into confusion, she was developing feelings for Brock and her feelings for Blake were confusing. He was hot and cold. One minute he was moody the next he was flirty. She didn’t understand. Melissa was brought out of her reverie by Tony asking her “What do you do for a living, Melinda?” “It’s Melissa, Tony and I told you she’s the CEO of Hartford industries where I work.” Elaine corrected him. “Ah so you’re CEO then? What’s that like?” He asked

" said Eskylrious . " I am aware that I cannot kill you now but....What about your little human bride ? " said Emre with a sinister smirk . " What ?….. " said Eskylrious and turned his head towards Kiara . Emre took a remote out of his pocket then blocked leader Alan , Emily and doctor Gilbert with a weird shield around them . " What is this ? I…..can't seem to get out of this shield . " said Emily trying to break it . Leader Alan tried to cut the shield in the middle but it was useless . The shield was so strong that neither one of their powers were breaking it .

For that reason he doesn't have to work hard to reach her. "I think it is something serious." She said with a sigh as suddenly worry started to sip deep into her and she felt at this moment, it won't hurt sharing her problems with someone unknown. "Do you know Melissa Millar, Also known as the MM queen of fashion?" She asked as she looked at him. "Who doesn't know her?" He asked with a small smirk which made her more sad knowing that he knows her. "Well everyone might not know that she is a really vicious and.. and… bad woman. She has a lot of ego and pride inside her and doesn't think about others." She said while fuming in anger as she remembered Melissa's words.

“I didn’t want my daughter raised by killers. By people who think loyalty is silence and power is pain.” “So I gave her up. Faked my death. Trusted she’d find a better life without me.” “But if Cassidy ever learns who Elara really is—” She paused, then whispered: “—She won’t try to kill her. She’ll try to use her.” The screen went black. For several seconds, no one spoke. Then Splice’s screen chimed. “Got a match. That’s Rhea Quinn. Former intel analyst for the Monroe Syndicate. Disappeared twenty years ago.”

His jaw tightened, not with rage but with something colder. “I protected you,” he murmured. “Silently. Faithfully.” He clicked the screen off. “But if you choose him again… I’ll stop being the shield.” That evening, Melissa returned home exhausted emotionally drained in a way boardrooms and scandals never managed to achieve. She barely noticed the car parked across the street. Barely noticed the shadow watching her window. Inside, she poured herself a glass of wine she didn’t drink and sat on the couch, staring at nothing. Her phone buzzed.

Melissa gazed into my eyes one last time as she dropped to the floor. Unconscious, lost and i was too late. The instant Melissa's body hit the floor, something inside me snapped. I didn't think and didn't breathe, i moved. Hitting the glass three times with bullets, i watched sparks flick off the reinforced material. Still nothing. No crack, no yield even the shield was soundproof, shatterproof—impenetrable and my fist pounded against it again and again until my knuckles started to bleed. Behind her, she was motionless. Her body was bent to one side like a discarded doll.

JAMES’ POV “No, no, this can’t be happening… how is she — did my ears hear right or am I drunk again?” Melissa said, her voice low and shaky, as if she didn’t trust her own hearing. Anna… the new CEO of Quinn’s Enterprise? My mind froze. My thoughts jammed. My entire chest tightened like someone had tied a rope around it and pulled hard. But how?