Melissa Stark Legs Novels & Stories

"You're wrong, Lucas. I don't belong to anyone. I won't let you hurt me." Lucas's grip tightened even more, causing pain to shoot through Melissa's arm. He leaned in closer, his eyes filled with a dangerous intensity. "You think you can defy me? You have no idea what I'm capable of. Don't make me show you." Melissa's mind raced, desperately searching for a way to escape. She knew she had to fight back, to find a way to free herself from his grasp. With a surge of adrenaline, she brought her knee up, kicking Lucas in the stomach with all her strength.

Melisa quickly hug her. "I was stupid mom and now Victor is mad at me" she began to cry in her mother arms. "Oh baby. what did you do ?" Melissa release the hug as she damp the tears in Stella eyes not to ruin her make up. "Klein wanted me to cross the line between him and a lady he was holding hands and talking with " Stella lick her lips as she look at her fingers.. "And how did you do it?" Melissa asked, she knew Klein ,she's a very sturbon type and she won't want Stella to listen to her.

"Yes I did, I put it in my pocket and forgot about it. You don't want to know anything about her. She, Melissa is the biggest skank in the school. Nick raised a brow, "Skank as in...?" "She gets her homework done by going around the back of the gym with the boy of her choice—that kind of skank." "You are joking Lucy?" Nick gulped, he wasn't expecting this. The school was one of the best in the UK, and they were pretty strict. " You only have to look on FaceBook. to see what kind of girl she is. Why do you want to know?" Nick had already got his phone out to look at Melissa's page. She was there posing, in tight wet T.shirts with no bra, and tiny panties in her mirrored bathroom so you cou

"I just didn't feel the need to show it to someone as beneath me as you. And from beneath me, I didn't mean beneath from wealth. You're beneath me because of your filthy thoughts and malicious nature. Elara’s eyes turned stormy black as she continued. “I had never thought of teaching you a lesson, even after everything you have done to me in the past. But since you tried to ruin my engagement, called me a mistress and since you were kind enough to bring the paparazzi to my engagement today, let’s give them something real to document." Melissa’s heart pounded harder in her chest as she realised she was in a dreadful situation. Even the people around her looked at her with disgust in their eye

Melissa called out from a few steps away by raising her hands up in the air. “You are late, today” I complained. “Yeah, well, I got late deciding what to wear today” She replied after which I realized she was wearing a really nice outfit that comprised of a beautiful spaghetti strap cape with white polka dots on it and she paired it with white skinny pants that elegantly complimented her figure. “Why are you dolled up today?” I asked in confusion while we started walking. “Just to give the guys a beautiful view. Nothing else” She said causally.

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.”

But I couldn't stop myself from staring at his eyes that were the same color as Drake's and I felt like someone sucker punched me in the gut. "Well aren't you going to let us in",She groaned. "S... sorry", I stepped out of her way and watched as she walked in and threw her stuff down at my feet. I hadn't seen Melissa in ........ Wow, I can't even remember when. She looked so tired and worked out. Her platinum blonde hair was still perfect but it was all ratted and hanging loose around her shoulders. Her clothes were two sizes too small like always she she was showing way more skin than she needed to. She was a mother, for crying out loud.

Melissa lay panting for a moment before struggling to shaky feet. Except she wasn’t on two feet any more. She was standing on four paws.

He was almost like Casper, finding everything funny even when they're not. “It's Melissa.” He halted. We were not even halfway up the stairs when I sighted an alluring figure. Like last time at this same spot. I saw her but only this time, she wasn't wearing a black body com. She was in a pink flare short dress. Her hair roughly tied in a messy bun as if she just rushed out of a chaotic press show. Her black strapped shoes that's tied tightly from her feet to her lap, actuating the perfect flesh. Her head was on a swivel, taking in every corner of the club and the slow rising of her chest was evidence that she came here in a jiffy.

Melissa sounded off bluntly. “You sound so bitter, Melissa. Why don’t you loosen up a little, and the fact that you think we can be both on the same wavelength... I laugh because, since when? You are a nasty gold digger yourself; without Lance’s money, you are nothing, and I mean nothing. You think it is by all of the nonsensical tales you tell all the women at the association, my god, you really got some nerves, don’t you?” “Shut up your filthy mouth; at least I didn’t open my legs for a man at the age of eighteen to become a mother."