Who Is Oblivion And Melissa Novels & Stories

"Can I buy a chance to see Lillith? We were having quite an argument last night and I believed I was in the wrong. I want to give her my sincerest apologies." "I'm sorry but she is not in at the moment." Melissa faked a look of confusion. "Really?" He nodded. "How about Cali, her personal maid?" "She went with her." Melissa's eyes widened in shock. "What? What do you mean by that?" "I do not understand you, ma'am,"

"You vampires really can't be trusted" Yoana scowled, pushing Lorean away from the woman's side. Lorean did not bother to explain or refute Yoana's words. Since he first met that girl, he already felt very unsuitable with her. "Do you know her?" Asked Lorean. "If I know her, what's your business?" Yoana asked as she opened her eyes sharply. She then started stroking the woman's head “She is Melissa, a DJ who works in the gray room. Ah, poor Melissa! She must have been in a lot of pain when your insolent fangs stuck in her hand!"

Melissa was baffled to discover that Melody had broken it with ease. "What’s the relationship between Cyril, Leroy, and you?" Melody asked, going straight to the point. Melissa lowered her eyes, and intertwined her hands subconsciously. Seeing her hesitation, Melody smiled and said bluntly, "You’re not the leader of Organization V, he is. Am I right?" Melissa looked at Melody in disbelief. Looking at her expression, Melody knew she was right.

“I just wanted to make some money. I was going to tell you eventually…” “Besides, you can’t blame me for keeping secrets when you made Aziel pose as his coma-twin. I wasn’t exactly someone you trusted with that.” Melissa let out a slow, sharp sigh. “Fine. Where is she?” “Why? So you can finish what you didn’t five years ago?” “Where is she, Davian?” He stared at her, gaze unreadable. “I think the better question is… who is she?” Melissa blinked. “What do you mean?”

I knew there was more to him, but he’s so quiet that you’d never guess what he’s hiding. “Dig deeper,” I say coldly. “I want everything. His operations, allies, enemies—every shadow he moves in.” “Yes, my king.” The line goes dead. I lower the phone, my thoughts already racing. If Blake is woven into the underworld, then this fight will get messy—but one thing is certain: Melissa will be mine. I just need to uncover every secret, and I won’t hold back anymore. MELISSA’S POV “Did you raid the entire boutique?” Nina asks, hands on her hips, looking at the mountain of shopping bags like a concerned mother.

Melissa, on the other hand, remains eerily composed, a hint of satisfaction playing at the corners of her lips. Unbeknownst to Terry, she had been meticulously planning this encounter, and now her scheme had come to fruition. As Melissa's mind drifts into a flashback, she recalls the conversation she had with Miranda, their heads bent together in secrecy. It was during this exchange that Melissa learned about the upcoming party Terry was hosting, an event she had no desire to attend. Miranda, a mastermind in orchestrating manipulative scenarios, outlined a plan for Melissa to follow.

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.

Olivia wanted to maintain her mother's approval, so she mimicked Reuben’s demeanor, acting as if they were acquaintances rather than adversaries. Their eyes locked, and with a sharp gasp, Olivia felt Reuben let her hand go quickly, not wanting to draw attention from anyone around them. David, Reuben's father, cleared his throat and said, "And this is Melissa, Reuben's girlfriend." Olivia turned to gaze at Melissa, a stunning woman she hadn’t recognized before. Standing before her, it was clear why she commanded attention; Melissa had that kind of beauty that lit up a room, making everyone stop and stare.

"That's if I am blind, which I'm not. I lied." And then she moves. Melissa's eyes widen with horror and realization. She's been tricked her while life! "You conniving old witch!" Melissa screams, tears rolling down her eyes. Mathilda looks at her for a second and scoffs. "Desperation is the first door to Oblivion, child. Your desperation made it easy to use you." she says calmly. "I won't forgive you, Mother!" Melissa says thrashing around for a firm place to place her hands.

"And someone blonde." Understanding crashed over me like ice water. Melissa. Someone had planted rumors—deliberately, maliciously—designed to exploit Rhiannon's deepest insecurities. To make her question the bond we'd built. To drive wedges where none should exist. And Melissa had just shown up at our door, touching me without permission, manufacturing reasons to seek private conversation. 'She's escalating,' Saen realized. 'This isn't just obsession. It's sabotage.' Fury burned through my veins, cold and calculating. Melissa had just crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed.