Who Is Oblivion And Melissa Novels & Stories

I will destroy anyone who stands in my way. I was getting tired of waiting for her to show up. I had expected to have found her by now. On my orders my men had teared the place apart trying to find her. I made everyone abandoned their poor excuse of a town. Yet still she had been nowhere to be found. As if she had just vanished into thin air. The letter left for her untouched. Melissa thought she had died when she escaped so did my men. But I knew better. I knew they thought I was mad. As if obsession had driven me to insanity. Only if they knew the key she could hold. I didn’t care what the others thought, they were all disposable. Every last one of them was just another ploy in my game. Me

Melissa looked her up and down, smirking. “Heard you’re playing with dead fish these days? Such a waste—our department’s belle turned seaweed farmer.” The surrounding social wives giggled, their judgmental eyes sharp as blades. Lena sipped her lemon water. “Move. You’re blocking the light.” Melissa’s face twisted. “Still pretending? Everyone knows what you did! Selling your team’s data for money, killing your own father from anger, getting expelled… And now you dare come here? What, ran out of money on that stupid island and came to catch a new sugar daddy?”

"Damien Voss, as I live and breathe." The voice came from behind us – feminine, cultured, dripping with false warmth. I turned, and my blood ran cold. Melissa Voss stood there in a gown of shimmering gold, her blonde hair swept up elegantly, her green eyes fixed on us with predatory interest. She was beautiful in that calculated way that came from expensive procedures and even more expensive stylists. "Melissa." Damien's entire body had gone rigid. "I didn't realise you'd received an invitation." "Darling, I'm on the board of the Hartwell Foundation." Her smile was sharp as glass. "Of course, I received an invitation. Her eyes slid to me. And you must be Elena. We met briefly at Voss Tower,

he was probably with his other family, while I was here, waiting for his return. "Vivian Atelo is a fashion designer, and is Canadian based. Their children are in high school now, and... Lyla, I'm so sorry about this." Ivy threw the papers away and drew me into a tight hug. I felt my lungs collapse and my throat tightening in tears. Why did it hurt so much? I squeezed my eyes shut to control the tears from falling. I wasn't supposed to care. I should have gotten over Michael by now, but why... Why did it feel like my heart was being ripped out of my chest?

He had to make sure whether Miss Kim that Felix mentioned was the same Miss Kim as he knew. Ansel opened his gallery. He showed Felix and Joanna the pictures of Qeiza. “Is Miss Kim you mean this woman?” Ansel looked at their faces back and forth. His heartbeats were racing. “That’s right. She is Miss Kim, our designer,” said Joanna. “Where is she now?” asked Ansel. His voice vibrated. “I’ve told you she’s no longer here,” said Felix. Ansel was drooping. He leaned against the back of his chair. “I’m late again,” he whispered.

Bernice I suppress the disgust in my heart, Melissa is a professional at slandering others. Thanks to her, I have seen it many times in my past life. I said coldly, "He's just a friend from my college days. Melissa grinned triumphantly, "Sister, my friends and I are here to celebrate my promotion. What about you? Don't you have to go back and make dinner?" The girls with her laughed mockingly after she spoke. I stood up, "The maid will take care of everything at home. Melissa, Eorna is by invitation only, I didn't know you were a member here." I saw a crack in Melissa's facade and I was sure she was taking advantage of the Fed's privileges.

"Athen tells me you need information quickly and quietly." "That's correct," I confirmed as I pulled out my phone and opened the photo gallery. I had taken a pictures of Melissa from her phone.one of the council meetings when she wasn't looking. I showed the photo to Sullivan. "This is Melissa," I explained. "She's currently the Luna of Dark Moon Valley but I don't know where she came from before that. I want everything you can find about her. Family background, pack affiliations, education, relationships, anything that might explain how she ended up here."

Emily’s POV: “Excuse me?” Melissa moved forward and asked while I kept staring at Dylan and wondered what he just said. “Excused” Dylan said and winked at her. “Listen to me… You can’t order her to obey Aiden” Melissa said confidently. “And why is that so?” Dylan asked while Aiden scoffed. “Because she is supposed to serve you not Aiden, okay? She was your partner” Melissa defended. “Yeah so? I am ordering her to obey my friend. I can order whatever I can. You can’t tell me what to order and what not” Dylan said bitterly.

Not to Rico, not to Justin, and especially not to Evelyn Hawthorne. She replayed their conversation in her head, Evelyn’s taunts cutting deeper than she wanted to admit. The mention of her past, her struggles, her mistakes, was not something Melissa was proud of. But she’d fought her way out of that life, fighting for every opportunity to get where she was. No one, especially not Evelyn, would drag her back. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: "Clock’s ticking. Decide where you stand." Melissa slammed the laptop shut and stood. She couldn’t let Evelyn control the narrative. She needed leverage, something Evelyn wouldn’t see coming. And if she had to dig deeper into the Hawthorne family’s dirt,

Confirming her thoughts that the duo arguing earlier were the two people who betrayed her in the past, Melissa tore her eyes away from them, almost as though she had no idea who they were. She saw their shocked faces but ignored them and took steps to the sink to wash her hands. "Me...Me...Melissa?!" Zion voiced out her name in disbelief. He couldn't even move his feet away from where he stood. Melissa ignored, almost as though she didn't hear anyone call her name.