Melissa X Shauna Novels & Stories

"You vampires really can't be trusted" Yoana scowled, pushing Lorean away from the woman's side. Lorean did not bother to explain or refute Yoana's words. Since he first met that girl, he already felt very unsuitable with her. "Do you know her?" Asked Lorean. "If I know her, what's your business?" Yoana asked as she opened her eyes sharply. She then started stroking the woman's head “She is Melissa, a DJ who works in the gray room. Ah, poor Melissa! She must have been in a lot of pain when your insolent fangs stuck in her hand!"

Melissa replied as both of them burst out laughing while Kara started twerking. Melissa picked up her phone and replied Luke. ' I'm in Sin city club'. Melissa replied. ' I'd be there by 7 pm. Came an immediate reply from Mike. Melissa checked the time and gasped as it was already 6:30 pm. " Kara! We need to get dressed quickly," she said showing her Mike's reply.

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."

Using her finger, Melissa wiped a straying tear and sniffled in. "I should have been comforting you but right now I'm the one crying. I'm so sorry for getting emotional." Melissa cupped her face and turned to face Killian. She sniffled in and died down her hiccups. "Tell me about it." Melissa requested as she unches nearer and lay her head on his shoulder. "I am the head of the Shelvis Mafia." He said and Melissa turned to look at him, shock, evident in her widened eyes. "You are? ....Aren't you dangerous." She asked.

My voice was hoarse, eager yet apprehensive. Spike glanced at the others, drawing us close with an urgency that demanded attention. "Luna's bond with you, Brax. It's strong. Even Neve couldn't understand its depth. It's a bridge between her and the light she once held. If we can strengthen that bond, harness the love you've shared, it might be enough." Pearl nodded slowly, her eyes losing none of their skepticism. "If anyone can reach her, it's you," she said, the words bolstered by the tiniest hint of a smile—a glimmer of belief that chased away some of the lingering despair.

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.

Caden mentioning Melissa's name immediately caught my attention. "Melissa?" I asked looking at Rowenna. "Melissa is working for Kaleric. I saw them. They have a strong alliance and I think they have been together for a long time." Caden continued, his voice steady but laced with tension. “Long before she ever became Duncan’s Luna.”

He was approximately ten metres away from her when he shouted back to her: “Yes I know, this is not a date!” Melissa smiled when she looked at him as he disappeared in the distance. What couldn’t he do? The more she learned about Shane, the more she grew attracted to him. Why didn’t she notice him sooner? At 8 pm sharp, Shane pulled up in front of Akacia, the female dormitory that Melissa was staying in. Her dorm mate, Elsa was nowhere to be seen. She most probably would have had something to say about her gorgeous outfit. At that time Melissa was wearing contact lenses, so she left her glasses at home. When she came closer, her blue eyes were reflected beautifully by the evening moonlight.

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 spun around, her face lighting up when she saw her. “Oh my God, Leona,” Melissa said, rushing over and grabbing her hands. "How was it? Did you enjoy the show? Did it feel perfect?!” Leona laughed, shaking her head. “Perfect? Girl, it was more than perfect. It was like something straight out of a dream.” Melissa’s cheeks flushed with pride. “I know, right? I still can’t believe it’s over. But I have an idea...” she leaned in, her eyes dancing with mischief. “How about we go to a club and have a proper ladies’ night to celebrate?”