Notebook Melanie Martinez Novels & Stories

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

“I've only been able to get the location of one of his holdings where Marcus swears Steven always is. Nothing on his residential address so far. It's really well hidden.” “It's well hidden? Or you're not competent enough to find it?” Melanie spoke for the first time. Her voice sounded different and her tone was angry. Katnissa gave her the side eye. “Engaged to my boss or not, I can still bitch slap you. Do not call my competence into question," she said lazily. Melanie was quiet for a second, like she was struggling between lashing back and letting it go. “I'm sorry, she said finally.

Chapter One. MELANIE'S POINT OF VIEW "Holy shit! I'm done for!", I screamed as I jumped out of bed. You must be wondering why I'm freaking out when it's only minutes past five in the morning but trust me when I tell you that I have legitimate reason to freak out. I'm Melanie Wright, twenty-seven years old and... That's about all that's important about me, I don't have much of a life. I graduated from school at twenty-two and worked multiple jobs for about two years before landing a job in the almighty Knight Incorporated.

“Margaret didn’t just manipulate corporate records. Or seduce executives. Or fabricate financial trails.” Marcus nods slowly. “She studied you.” The detective flips through the recovered files. “Yes.” He pulls out a thin black notebook sealed in an evidence bag. My stomach twists. “What is it?” The detective holds the notebook carefully. “Her personal journal.” Marcus mutters quietly. “Oh no.” The detective opens to one of the pages. “There are dozens of entries about Adrian Reyes.” Marcus sighs. “That part isn’t surprising.” But the detective turns to another page. “And dozens more about you.”

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

Ryan suggests. “DEAL!” he and Martins shake hands. “Can the three of you match?” Olivia asks as she scrolls through her Notion app, on entering Melanie’s room, to pick out content ideas that are beginner-friendly for them, that will carry everybody along, and not really stress everybody out since her main client is injured, the other client is a doctor and the last client is a two-year-old. “We can actually do that,” Melanie seems to really like her idea but they are still yet to confirm if she brought the other matching outfits that she has with Kali and Kiki.

Zara thought, 'Great, just what I need. Stepping out of the office, she passed the word to Melanie about the field trip. Melanie could not contain her excitement. She whipped out her makeup products for a quick fix and had her butler pack her stuff. It was quite the spectacle. Anyone would think they were gearing up for a vacation. Melanie kept pestering Zara. "What else do I need? Ms. Lowry, I'm clueless here." Zara massaged her temples. "Just bring a notebook and a pen. And maybe your laptop if it's not too much of a hassle."

Celestine, one of the bellwomen who looked like Taylor Swift with a troll-like nose, shrieked, “The Martins?” Martha, the guard, and the other bellwoman looked at her as she put down the luggage. She fumbled for a square something behind her back, and, finally, showed off a crumpled thick magazine that featured Robert and Melinda Martins on the front cover. At the top of the couple’s head was the word: Business Review and its lower region flashed the caption “The Pillars of Mining Business.”

But I felt empty inside. “You are saying this because you don't know who she left with just now.” Athena banged on my desk and her voice was serious. Her behavior made me curious to know who did she leave that made Athena behave so strangely. "Who did she leave with?" I asked curiously. “The CEO of MS Group, Adriel Carter." Her words hit me like a bomb. What? Melania came from a small pack. She was kicked out of her pack because she had a conflict with the Alpha and had been living with the humans in the city, working in a salon. How did she manage to get acquainted with Adriel Carter?