Melissa Stark Legs Novels & Stories

he encouraged. “Wait a minute. Why does the advice seem directed at me? Damn it, do I really have the courage to tell her? Will she be disappointed? Gosh, that would be embarrassing.” Melissa descended the stairs, her slippers patting softly against the marble floor. She had gone shopping with Stetson earlier, and she had to go change into casual, knee-length navy blue pants and a white tank top. “Holy moley! What in the world just happened?” he exclaimed as the movie ended without the main lead and the female lead getting back together like he had expected.

"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

I said, stretching as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, “I guess I’ll see you later.” “You will.” “Try not to show me up.” He laughed. “I was about to tell you the same thing.” Before I could answer, another incoming call flashed across my screen. “Melissa,” I said. “I know. See you soon, Iris.” Her instructions took less than five minutes. Hair freshly washed, no makeup, comfortable clothes. The styling team would handle everything else. It all sounded simple until I stepped into the Mercer Athletics studio an hour later.

She kept falling back and leaping till they arrived at a considerable distance from the pack house with no one chasing after them. “You just betrayed the pack, because of me?” “I’ll do it again if I have to. How dare he touch you? Does your leg hurt?”, Melissa asked as she squatted in front of her, observing her limbs. “Only when I walk. How funny, my legs her too feeble for my scrawny body. What’s going to happen to you if I manage to get back home?” “I’ll worry about that later. Get home first.”

she chimes but her friend wasn't having it. "Seems you just might be having his baby Bey" she smirked while saying it. "We used a fucking condom" she said as she stood up from her seat" "I'll go through g****e and look for all the guys with the name Knight or maybe go back to the bar and look for the guy and definitely kill him for probably bursting the condom" she welled up in anger. "You could try the g****e route but not the bar and I advice we go to the doctor immediately it's been five weeks let's see how my little juece or nephew is doing" Abby reasoned with her.

And there, seated next to the bed, was Melissa, her radiant presence commanding attention. Jeremy's gaze lingered a moment longer on Melissa, taking in her captivating appearance. Her flowing red hair cascaded down, shimmering in the light. She exuded elegance in her black gown and stylish boots, her features flawlessly accentuated by her hair styled up, revealing her jawline and cheekbones. As she turned towards the door, their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still for an instant. "Well, well, well. Look who has finally graced me with his presence," Steve mockingly remarked, attempting to divert Jeremy's attention. Unfazed by the comment, Jeremy chose to ignore it, his focus still fixed

Melissa was one of my best friends in the world, but I would kill her for forcing me to wear such a provocative dress. Melissa had selected a strapless dress that was cut low enough to show off my breasts and not in a classy way. The dress was also short enough that if I so much as breathed wrong the world would have a perfect view of my ass. The dress was dark purple and covered in sequins and glitter. Melissa had also selected a pair of black heels that I was not all that confident I could walk in. My hair had been fixed so that it fell in blonde waves down my shoulders and my make-up looked like I had walked out of a strip club. If my father saw me, he'd kill me. "Airen let's go! We don't

She turned to head back into the kitchen when she heard the loud clicking sound of womanly heels as they made contact with the tiled floor. Out of curiosity, she turned to look at the woman who was approaching her. She turned to find a beautiful damsel walking right towards her and couldn't find her voice anymore, she had heard stories of praises about Melissa, but they were all just gossip, and she didn't bother or care about them. But now, as she had witnessed Melissa's appearance with her own eyes, she realized that the rumors hadn't even praised her beauty enough. Melissa had black wavy hair and adorned herself in a red skimpy outfit that was, as expected, too revealing. She had brown ey

She knew she was dead if she doesn't find a way to get out of this place but first she needs to take her parent with her which will be hard. Then an idea came to her. She needs to get out of here and go look for help to save her parent. Melissa tried to use all the strength she has to get up. She saw a stake not far from the table. She dragged herself to the table without bribing being ng being I'm awaI'm of her next move. She succeeded. She picks it up instantly. Ronald approached her ready to give her another kick then she made her attack on him. Melissa hit in with the stake on his leg. He winced in pain. She went on to hit him in the chest when he least expected it.

It only took a minute before she regained consciousness, and her eyes darted around the ceiling. “Did I faint?” she asked, sounding mortified. Lola scoffed. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “No, of course not. You were just tired after running up the stairs.” Melissa pressed her hands against the floor and got up on her feet. She glared at Lola, who reached under her arm to help her up. “You’d never make it as a lawyer. You’re a sucky liar,” she spat and pulled her arm free. Melissa fixed her bag on her shoulder and ran a hand through her wavy hair. “What’s going on here?” she asked and stepped into the studio apartment.