Notebook Melanie Martinez Novels & Stories

Even the big mahogany table was Christmassy. No Melissa felt uncomfortable because she was thrown into confusion, she was developing feelings for Brock and her feelings for Blake were confusing. He was hot and cold. One minute he was moody the next he was flirty. She didn’t understand. Melissa was brought out of her reverie by Tony asking her “What do you do for a living, Melinda?” “It’s Melissa, Tony and I told you she’s the CEO of Hartford industries where I work.” Elaine corrected him. “Ah so you’re CEO then? What’s that like?” He asked

She greeted, a bit unnaturally. Vincent was carrying nothing but a black notebook. Tall and sleek, he fitted the luxury lift well, while Melainy’s wearing a slightly oversized blazer - that was the only piece left from discounted G2000 store, and carrying a heavy backpack with her laptop, water bottle, school textbooks all inside. She realized how amusing the two of them might appear standing together inside this lift, so she stepped a tiny little bit away from him, and kept her chin up. “Could you do me a favor?” Vincent said.

(MELANIE MARTINEZ POV): I watched with great interest as she moved her body like a delicate flower. The way she swayed with ease and passion amazed me immensely. I couldn't believe it myself. This was what I wanted for myself when I get older. I literally daydreamed of the day hundreds of men would watch me in action as I portray my talent on that stage. But little did I know that my twin sister already had my life planned out for me. Hello, my name is Melanie Martinez and this is my story. The story of my unfortunate life and how I got to meet a powerful demon king, Denver Hale.

"Let's try this again." "Good luck!" Melanie stage-whispered to me. I smiled at her, scooting in my chair before fixing my hair again. At least I hadn't messed up any of the makeup or curls in my hair that Melanie had spent hours doing. That I would definitely feel bad for. Grabbing my tablet off the desk next to me, I clicked it on and opened up the notes app I had written my statement on. My hands shook slightly as I blew out a breath, my adrenaline picking up when it finally loaded.

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.

March suggested, she pick up a ballpen and start working on the file. Hours later, Melanie close the system, after working for hours on the files she later received a mail from the director and she has been working on the project that was sent to her since then. “Ma’am,” March calls out to her, she closes the door and walks gently towards Melanie with a tray of Coca-Cola and bread. “Had lunch yet?” she raised her brows. “Nah,” Melanie shrugs, she picks up her pen and jots down some things in her notebook. “I have been busy since you left that I forgot about lunch.” she rubs her tired eyes with the back of her hand.

•••• ≺ℂ𝔸𝕄ℙ𝔹𝔼𝕃𝕃'𝕊 𝕄𝔸ℕ𝕊𝕀𝕆ℕ≻ Melanie stretched and groaned tiredly from her reading table,she just finished an assignment. "Gosh I'm tired" She muttered and closed her laptop. Her phone rang at the same time,the moment she saw Wright's name,a smile escape her lips and answered the call "Hey" She said "Are you bored?" Wright asked "Yeah....why?" Melanie asked "Wanna go out and have fun?" Wright asked "Right now?" Melanie "Yes of course....." 'But it's late" Melanie said

Melanie said while coquettishly hugging Nathaniel’s arm. Nathaniel’s heart immediately softened when Melanie cozied up, acted spoiled, and talked to him in her sweet voice. He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her toward him. “You’re also familiar with this industry, so It’s not like you don’t know that most of these notes are handwritten. Would you use a computer to record the data while experimenting? You’d only key in the final summary, wouldn’t you?” Nathaniel comforted Melanie and kissed her forehead.

I left a printed copy of my article on Melanie's desk. Today is my second day here and I realized I don't have any of her contact details. I planned to send it as an email, but since I don't know what her email address is, I decided to print out a copy and leave it on her desk. I wanted to ask Nica about Melanie's contact information, but I thought it would be more professional if I give her a printed copy, so she can write her notes in more detail.