Mha Melissa Novels & Stories

Alpha Nathan’s POV “Alpha Nathan, you’re here?” Melissa, our pack seer, looked startled to see me standing alone at her door. “Yes, Melissa. I need to talk to you,” I said, my patience already running out. Melissa, a middle-aged woman with long red hair and sharp brown eyes, gave me a curious look before stepping aside to let me in. She closed the door and led me to the couch. I took a seat, and she settled onto the couch opposite me.

I am determined to have a great day. "Hey, listen I have an important client in right now. He and his wife were attacked early this morning in their home. Do me a favor and check in on him now and then but when he awakens let me know." Melissa says popping her gum, sitting on her desk. Melissa started working here a few months ago and she is what one might call…well…lazy. She is flat out rude and thinks she is better than everyone else. She usually only wants to take care of the c-list celebrities that we get in. I've had to remind her several times that she needs to do her job regardless of who comes in those doors.

Helga said as she crosses her arms. "Ugh" Maisy replied the only thing she could say. "But the young madam really surprised me. She wasn't what I expected her to be" Helga says while remembering Amelia's offer to a handshake. "I know right. She's really cute too and innocent" Maisy said, now also recalling their young madam. "The master sees to have refined his taste in women" Maisy added which made Helga choke. "Maisy. Don't be so disrespectful" Helga scolded as Maisy can't stop her sharp tongue from speaking words that may harm her position as a maid working under Damian.

I said. "Well, well." Mother looked at the camera with a smile, and said, "Greetings, ladies and gentlemen! This is Ophelia Maine, a former model from the old golden years. It's a pleasure to be back to the exposure of the media again. And more importantly, it's quite considerate of everyone to give me a chance to host a talk show with my wonderful daughter, Charlotte." Everyone's attention was on hers, like a queen who holds the entire stage on top of her palm. "But yet, the surprise isn't over yet. Let us welcome another guest who will be with us today… Jake Hayes!"

Melissa came into the room in a matter of minutes. She was a peculiar looking woman. She was short and pear shaped. Her curly strawberry blonde hair was up in a clip with some curls hanging in her face. She had huge lensed glasses that made her eyes look magnified. It was hard not to smile when she walked in. “Hi my sweet, Alpha sent me to you.” She placed the tray of tea on the coffee table. “I also brought some Of these,” pointing to some fresh chocolate chip cookies.”

Her mother still had very firm boobs for a 60-year old so Melissa looked forward to the future. She'd donned a new trouser suit and she loved how she looked in it. It was cut to be tight around the ass and show off the tits and her new push-up bra simply added to the overall impression. She checked that she'd packed everything, kissed the children goodbye and headed out to the waiting limo. In the limo her assistant Chloe was waiting. Melissa was off to give a keynote speech at a conference and Chloe was coming along to make sure there weren't any mishaps. This was incredibly important for Melissa's career. The director of sales was retiring and Melissa wanted his job. If she did well at thi

“What do you want me to do? She looked at me patiently. I was mesmerized by her grace. “Forgive me your Highness. I don't want to waste your time or cause any trouble, but I think you know what I'm talking about.” Her answer only increased my confusion. “Tell me your name, please.” I enquired. “Melissa Owens.” She stated simply. What a name for my mysterious mate. “So Melissa, what is it you wanted me to do?” I asked, trying hard to keep my voice low. “Since you know my name now, I want you to reject me.”

Okay"Melissa muttered and then she begin to climb the stairs which was leading to her room. Immediately she got to her room and laid on the bed, and took off her bag. She was happy and was sad at the same time. Melissa was happy because she made a new friend, and she was sad because she doesn't know when her mom is gonna come back and if she does,she would sti have to join the pack and become the Luna of the Alpha. She stood up and changed her clothes,she took her phone and went out of the room.she walked back to the sitting room and sat on the couch which her dad was also sitting on.

Willow Mel, looking as gorgeous as ever, was dressed in a tight red number with mile-high Louboutin's, and she had her blonde hair straightened. If you looked up the word ‘bombshell’ in the dictionary, I’m sure Melissa’s picture would be there. “Mr Grayson,” I say, still feeling formal when I see him, and he chuckles. “Please, we're off the clock. Call me Reid.” He says. “I hope you don't mind me being here. Melissa has just helped me put out wildfires, so I want to thank her with a drink.” He finishes then calls a bartender over.

This must be serious, she thought Jemima looked up and was met with Melissa's questioning eyes. " Who are you, Melissa ?" Melissa raised a brow not getting why she was asking that kind of question " are you sure you are ok, Jemima?" " I'm perfectly fine " she pressed " just answer my question already. Who are you? What is your motive in this pack?" Melissa's heart began to race. She wonders why Jemima was asking her this. Could she have found out about the plan? She. Thought. Melissa made sure she was cautious of her words not to spill anything " I still don't understand you, Jemima. It's me, Melissa. A maid and nothing else."