Mha Melissa Novels & Stories

"Good afternoon Mr. Stephan, I'm Drake Lockhart. Moira's mate." She's been away just for twelve days, and came home with her mate. An alpha, and a royal, while she didn't even realize that she isn't a mere human. Sabrina's jaw dropped. "Mate?" Moira is clearly confused. "I need a word with you, Mr. Lockhart," I said, tried my best to look as intimidating as possible while boring my eyes to his. He gave me a nod. "Sure, Sir." I walk to the direction of the elevator, intended to bring the boy to my office for some questions and threats, but stopped after realized that Moira is tailing after us.

“Who’s this?’ she asked in a low voice. Proserpina looked around; she had been lost in thought. Smiling tiredly, she said, ‘That’s Maja. She is a friend of Schwartz.’ And she waved to Maja, inviting her to join them. Melissa‘s head whipped around again and she did a double take as her eyes skimmed over Maja and her scruffy jeans and old baggy shirt that did nothing for her appearance. So totally unlike anyone Schwartz, the dapper gent that he was, usually associated with. Aiyana had been a study in laid calculated perfection; never a hair out of place. Melissa continued to size up the other woman who was bristling with annoyance now at being observed like she was a cow at a fair on display.

She is called the queen for a reason. When I collided with her at the store, I knew from her eyes. Those eyes that seem to sparkle everytime she opens them , I can recognize them even in my sleep. Why? Because those eyes haunt me in my sleep. I fell in love with Melissa the first day she was appointed to join our team to investigate about the scandal of the serial killer. She was everything I have always wanted in a woman. She is beautiful, knowledgeable, caring and a badass too. It's not hard to not like her, she is irresistible.

“I shouldn’t have reacted that way. At least… not without explaining myself.” Alaric didn’t interrupt. He simply waited, giving her the space she needed. The silence between them felt heavy but not uncomfortable—like two people carrying burdens they weren’t quite ready to share. Melissa drew in a slow, shaky breath. “I used to work there. As a doctor.” Her eyes remained fixed on the floor. “Years ago.” Another pause. “I haven’t stepped inside that hospital since the day I left.” She swallowed hard. Alaric kept his expression carefully neutral, even though every word she spoke stirred something deep inside him. He knew far more than she was telling.

Hannah said, Melissa nodded, looking defeated. "I understand. I'll leave you alone now," Melisa returned home frustrated and devastated, and she just entered Into her apartment coldly, Melissa started thinking of thoer plot that could perfectly work for the destruction of Clifton and Laura, but she believes that she still needs someone to join her, she needs helping hands to make her plots against Clifton and Laura work, Meanwhile Hannah returned home, and she stared at her herself In the dresser, and she said to herself, am I not beautiful or good enough for Clifton, I think, I rather think of something to do, but I will never team up with anyone to carry out my plots”

Melissa said smoothly, her voice carrying a note of warmth. Alexa looked up, startled. She had never seen this woman before. Her striking presence and poised demeanor instantly commanded attention. “Oh, hello… I didn’t hear you coming.” Melissa’s smile widened as she took a seat on the bench beside Alexa, her movements graceful. “You must be Alexa. I’m Melissa, Julian’s aunt.” Alexa blinked, her unease growing. “I… Yes, I’m Alexa. It’s nice to meet you, Madame Melissa.” “Likewise,” Melissa replied, her sharp eyes studying Alexa’s face. “Julian didn’t mention how beautiful you are.”

“Yes, I am. You want to come and see me?” “Yes, I have someone who needs to speak with you.” “Hope everything is fine?” “Yes, I'm almost there.” I got to her place in about five minutes and knocked on the door. “Come in.” I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Melissa was on her desk with a stack of papers before her. “You wanted me to speak with someone, who is it?” “One Hagen Sanders, he claims to be from the Red Crescent pack. Do you know him?” I asked her in curiosity.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

“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.

“You’d better find out who it is, or you’ll be out of a job.” Melissa spat, turning away. Hailey forced herself to remain composed. “I’ll keep trying, Melissa. I promise.” “You’d better,” Melissa spat, turning away back to the mirror as if Hailey’s presence disgusted her; her expression was dark. "Find out who this mysterious person is before the end of today. I don’t care how you do it." Just then, there was a knock on the door. Hailey, grateful for the distraction, quickly wiped her eyes before opening it. Standing there was the director’s personal assistant, Greyor Hollis.