Oblivion Girlfriend Melissa Novels & Stories

( Adriano Pov) Melissa was asleep, curled against my chest like she belonged there, one of her hands rested lightly over my stomach beneath the blanket while soft rain continued falling outside the windows, turning the entire room quiet enough for me to hear every small breath leaving her lips, I should have been sleeping too, instead I watched her. The dim light from the hallway slipped faintly into the room, enough for me to see her face clearly, it was peaceful, soft and safe, completely unaware of the kind of violence her existence had already started causing around me, my fingers brushed lightly through her hair without waking her, and immediately something dangerous tightened inside my

He slowly looked away, making me smirk. "We could go to Mr. Lime," Melissa offered, looking at Damien with hope in her eyes. Damien stared back into her face with a look I knew too well. The bastard was in love with my girl. "I don't think that's smart, do you? Can we trust them? I mean, Milo works for him, don't you think he knows all about Milo and try to protect him?"

Maria shot back, crossing her arms tightly in front of her. Mateo shook his head. Annoyance bubbled up inside him. “You are being so dramatic. I’m not interested in your crazy ideas about this.” “Fine,” she said, taking a deep breath. “But you are the one who is acting foolishly.” Suddenly, he stood up, pushing his chair back against the floor with a loud scrape. “You’ve made me lose my appetite,” he said, turning to leave the table. But Maria stepped forward, her voice firm. “Lilah and Amelia are actually the same person.”

After making sure Melissa was alright, he left her alone to rest. That night, Melissa had a long dream. When she opened her eyes, she was in a garden. There was a huge tree in front of her. When she got nearer, she saw a girl. The girl looked exactly like her. Lady Melissa smiled at her and beckoned her to sit next to her. Are you afraid? Afraid? Yes, of falling in love. I don't believe in love. You concealed your heart a long time ago, Melissa. You need to let it go.

"Well, well, if it isn't Mr Ashford's mysterious date in the lounge." Melissa, undeterred by Olivia's disdainful tone, stood her ground. "I need to set things straight. There's nothing going on between me and Mr Ashford. In fact, I don't even know the man." Olivia's sardonic smile widened. "Is that so? And why should I believe a word you say?" Melissa eyes narrowed, her voice laced with defiance. "Believe what you want. It doesn't change the truth. And maybe I shouldn't have tried to explain myself to you. After all, it's not as if you're Mr Ashford's girlfriend or anything."

"I can offer that as well. I can protect you, unlike him." "He's... not... an obsessive freak like you!" she half yelled, then went quiet. I stopped, my breathing ragged. "It's not wrong to be obsessed with those you love," I spat, but got no reply. My eyes raked her back, noticing the wounds I'd inflicted. She caused it. I didn't whip my other girls this bad before we fuck, but she was special. I loved her. I rounded Melissa, finding her head bowed and eyes shut. She had passed out. I loosened the cloth on her legs and the ropes binding her hands to the ceiling, then carried her limp body over my shoulder, exiting the room.

It was suddenly hard to breath. Something sinister was about to be revealed and I found myself wanting to run so I could not hear it. “ Tell me clearly Melissa! ” I hissed losing my patience with her even though all I wanted to do was run away. “ Damien Knight Castillo had a girlfriend two years ago. She worked at the Castillo hotel just like you... ” Melissa started, her eyes moving up to hold my gaze. I was tongue-tied. My heart was beating in my ears. My palms were sweating.

“I need to go home.” Evelyn nodded once. “I expected that day would come.” “What I didn’t expect,” Melissa continued quietly, “is that they waited until now to remember I existed.” Silence stretched between them. “Be careful,” Evelyn finally said. “People who erase you once rarely welcome your return.” Melissa turned, meeting her gaze fully. “I’m not returning to be welcomed,” she said. There was no anger in her voice. No trembling. Just certainty. She looked back toward the darkened window, the city still alive beyond it.

Melissa gritted her teeth. "How accurate is your Intel?" He wished for his father's sake that Melissa's Intel was crappy and this was the buzz caused by some alcohol orgy. "As accurate as a man paid a thousand dollars per hour and is standing right now in front of a deserted warehouse, which has your girlfriend in it." She passed him her phone, "She had come out to talk to a man. The man had a hoodie on, Dc couldn't get a photo but Dominic had insisted she see the man. Hit her a couple of times when she looked away."

and promises to visit soon. Then Melissa turned to me for the final public goodbye. She hugged me tight, body pressed flush against mine, and whispered so low only I could hear: “I’m not on birth control, Josh. And I ovulated yesterday.” She pulled back, smiling that sweet, innocent smile for Mira’s benefit, and waved as she walked into the terminal. Mira drove us home in silence for a while, sniffing a little. “I hate goodbyes.” I stared out the window, heart pounding, cock twitching again at the bomb Melissa had just dropped.