Tarnished X Melina Novels & Stories

"I'm not going to run away anymore." Azfarin cried and said to the him. She had not yet regained her breath. Xavier looked around and then he looked at the helpless girl standing in front of him. She looked like a nineteen year old girl in terms of her size. ۔ The black shirt was covered with dirt, and the hair on her face and neck was scattered. The insanity of this black man was now well understood. Xavier immediately shook his head. "Look, there's no time to listen to your nonsense. Run now."

“Not her. Not Vivienne. That was the deal.” “What deal?” Isolde snapped. Silence answered. Then Jonathan looked to the Host. “You forced my hand, Xavier. You should never have touched them.” The Host Xavier only smiled. “And yet they touched back. Quite effectively, I might add.” Penelope stepped forward. “Enough history. What’s the verdict?” Jonathan didn’t look at her. He looked only at Dorian now. “Mr. Blackthorn,” he said. “You brought my daughter into this. Into Velvet. You corrupted her.”

Everything I do, every step I take, is all in a bid to make her smile; I need her, in a way I never thought I'd need someone ; My willpower must remain intact however; Never must I waver; Not even during those brief moments when she thinks I'm not looking, and I feel the hatred pouring off her in waves; Or when she cringes as I reach for her hand before deciding it's okay to trust me; It's not her fault though; I know that, and I love her for trying to make me feel loved; But I am scarred by her resentment; The curse I can never lift. "Having fun?"

The sheer disgust dripping off of Madison's tone is enough to shatter my new found confidence into shards. A cold sheen layers her dark blue eyes, making them appear even more cunning and disapproving than ever before. The kindness that I once sawn in them is now nothing but a vivid memory of the faraway past. "I'm s-so–" But before I can finish my sentence James Witherdale, mind you the most handsome guy in school, cuts me off mid speech.

But she also couldn't deny that there was a part of her that felt for him, that recognized the pain he had been through. She had never seen the scars before, not like she had ever properly seen his body, the scar was only visible if one looked close enough. “Until I met you,” Moreno continued, “And wanted to make you mine, you were so innocent that I was determined to break you and make you like me,” Moreno said as he hung his head. “I enjoyed it at first, it made me feel powerful, in control, but now I don’t think I want it anymore, I just want to be someone you can trust,”

"Xanthe, have you ever known the king to be swayed so easily by a breeder before?" Xanthe's delicate features twisted with worry as she clasped her hands tightly in her lap. Her voice filled with concern and fear as she replied, "Never, Daphne. Melina has captivated him in a way no other has. Her beauty and charm have him spellbound. I fear we may fade into insignificance in his eyes and that's inevitable because Melina is capable of doing it."

“You want me to…? “Yes,” Melania whispered. “You will perform a spell, one that will make Mason give in to his darkest desire. The one he’s been suppressing for so long. It will consume him… and Xenia will be powerless against it. Once she experiences it, she will break… then she will be mine for the taking.” Lillian hesitated, feeling the weight of the task pressing down on her. “If he finds out…” “He won’t,” Melania interrupted, her voice firm. “He will become what he was always meant to be. My little puppet. And Xenia will finally understand that her fate is sealed. Gather the ingredients. You’re going to need my power for this one… and your mate’s.”

She dug into the box and found a black studded leather purse and matching stiletto heels ,she smiled as she opened the purse and found a jewelry box , in the box was a complete set of Pigeon blood red ruby necklace and matching earrings. Melina slid into the outfit and dorned the jewelry , she applied a light shade of make-up and dropped her hair to flow right behind her shoulders before picking up her brush and running it through her hair . She stood in front of her full length mirror and loved the way the dress showed off her curves and the slit that ran up to her thighs , No one would even know that she used to be an omega. After admiring herself for a while Melina picked up her purse and

I thought about standing outside the temple in the grey morning with my hand on her jaw and her looking up at me and the wolf going completely silent for the first time in months, not restless, not pressing, just still, the way it went still on Crest Road the first time I touched her. I pressed two fingers to the side of my neck where my pulse was doing something it had no business doing for a married woman and looked out at the town and had a conversation with myself that I was losing badly. She was in a broken marriage that I had personally sanctioned. She had a name she preferred that she had never explained. She looked at me like she was assessing something she had not yet decided what t

Estelle smirked. Melina had lost grip of the bottle but Estelle snatched it from her before it could fall and removed the stake from her chest before driving it in again. Melina fell in the pool of her blood with the stake in her chest as her eyes closed shut forever. Estelle watched as her white hair slowly disappeared and as her face turned disfigured and ashen, just like Lilith's. This time, birds of the same feathers flocked and died the same way. Suddenly, Tyga appeared and with a single strike, decapitated Melina before he started to walk away.