Mha Melissa Novels & Stories

“We don’t have time for your moral crusade.” “Make time.” She stared at me, eyes hard. “Fine. You want honesty? Here.” She stepped closer, inches from my face. “Melissa is the most advanced hybrid neurological construct ever made. She was designed to overwrite reality as she perceives it. Not metaphorically. Literally. If she falls into instability, the world bends with her.” “That’s impossible.” “Tell that to the floor that just swallowed her.” I clenched my jaw. “Even if all that’s true, she still deserves to choose who she wants to be.”

He laughed and buried his head in his hands. "Ah, fuck. Qiao Mo... " Hila She woke up rather earlier than usual and felt queasy. The day of the Wushi Chin Cooperation annual meeting had arrived and she was to deliver the Wushi Group's proposal to the board. The obvious reason behind the formation of the group was to help the world through annual donations to curb different calamities in different countries.

*** Melissa Hale looked mildly irritated. Not angry at being called out unexpectedly when she was supposed to be at work. Not frustrated that someone she initially assumed would be another reckless rich fool suddenly antagonized a major power. Just irritated. She sat inside a café near the business district with a laptop open in front of her while occasionally responding to messages on her phone. The café itself wasn’t particularly luxurious, but it was clean and quiet enough for business meetings. Most people around were either students pretending to work or office workers escaping their supervisors for an hour.

the girl immediately responded, “Mellisa is one of the top models in the world, the big boss paid her to come groom you” Audrey’s eyes opened wide, she was trying to comprehend what she just heard. This was one of the biggest models in the world and she is Mellisa? Like the Melisa she always heard about? “Melissa Pierre” “Oui” the lady answered, “I am sure you have heard a lot about me, Vanessa” “Of course” Audrey was so excited, “I have heard a lot about you and I am your fan, i mean I have watched your shows and ….” Her voice trailed off, she was too excited to even talk.

Hope, she understood then, was no longer a resource she could afford to carry. Melissa returned with two glasses of water and placed one on the table in front of her. She didn’t sit down right away. Instead, she studied Miranda with a careful, assessing gaze, as though evaluating the aftermath of a controlled demolition. “You’re not going to cry? Are you?” Melissa observed quietly. “No.” “Are you holding it in? There’s no need…” “No! Miranda cut her off. “I’m done.” The words were flat. Final. Melissa frowned. “Done… how?”