Novels by Mawalilan

IRINA"You should know, blood is thicker than water, even a stork knows how to repay a favor," my mother quipped.My grandmother was still crying, she was scared, and even covered her face with her palms. My grandmother should not be able to bear this kind of mental stress anymore. She is not mentally or physically stable."I need 100 million dollars," my mother said again."Wait, what? That's a lot of money. Mama, I don't have that much money.""Then how do you explain how you paid off your debt to that Russian loan shark? Did you sell yourself to some rich old man?" she asked.How could such a lowly insult come out of my mother's mouth? I always felt like I wasn't her biological child. I thought the hurt and resentment would subside after she remarried, but I remained her punching bag."Send the money to my account. You think I raised you with my bare hands? How much have I sacrificed for you?" she said again."Mama, please!" I whined."And don't ever try to show up at my house. Tha

IRINA"How did you find me?" I screamed.I only took three steps away from him. I thought I was free, but he didn't explain anything when he let me go. The only sentence I remember is that lions like to play with their prey."I wonder, how can a girl with a life of debt stand in front of me so arrogantly?" he said.More precisely, I just persisted in killing my fear. Standing in front of Miron is not easy. He is the embodiment of fear, misery, and darkness."And why do you judge me that way ? I'm simply standing in my convictions before you," I replied."Is your grandmother enjoying her new room?"My eyes widened. There was a threat behind the question. His tone was calm, but the meaning of his sentence was not. Am I hallucinating?"H-how did you know my grandmother moved rooms? Were you the one who…" I stopped, my voice feeling like it was stuck in my throat."As you think," he replied.I don't need to ask twice. His answer cleared up the doubts I'd been feeling. I thought that by l

IRINAI ran without shoes, the night mist slapping my body. Now and then, I looked back. No one was chasing me, so I stopped for a moment. Before I knew it, I was on Dumbo Street, an elite residential area in the city."Has he really let me go?" I'm out of breath. There was no sign of them chasing me.I only took my phone and backpack with me, and in my rush, I even left my shoes behind. The soles of my feet ached, and my hands were still trembling as I tried to turn on my phone.A message notification from Cassy appeared, and, more importantly, one from the hospital: "Oh my God, my grandmother!" My heart fluttered. I was lucky enough to see a taxi stop in front of me.Now and then, the taxi driver would glance at me anxiously, my appearance already a mess. My ginger hair was tangled, my lips pale without lipstick, my wrists flushed red from where I'd tied them."Are you okay, ma'am?" asked the taxi driver as soon as we stopped in front of the hospital."Yes, thanks," I replied, handi

IRINA"Why is she still alive?" The woman with graceful footsteps entered the room. Her facial expression was emotional.I turned to her. Daisy possesses an undeniable charm. It's no wonder her fame as a newcomer poet soared. She's built a brand for herself as a helpless, elegant, and utterly innocent girl.But, when she stood in front of me, crossing her arms so arrogantly, shouting angrily, "Why is this damn bitch still alive? She intends to ruin my career," her voice rose. The veins on her face were visible.Daisy's breath hitched, she took my camera and threw it on the floor. I stomped on my camera while screaming to release her emotions. She is a temperamental woman, not in accordance with her self-branding so far."I'm sorry, Sir!" a man approached after Miron glanced at him. "Do your job properly, Jasper," he said to the man—calm, short, firm.Jasper approached Daisy, touching her arm. Daisy pushed Jasper's touch away, moved closer to me, and slapped my cheek. Stiff, painful, s

IRINA"I swear, they're having sex in the car! Oh my god, Brooklyn is going to go crazy over this," I whispered, making a phone call with Cessie.I couldn't believe my eyes. A passionate lovemaking scene unfolded before me. Miron Pavlov, the most dangerous businessman of the Century, was making passionate love to Daisy Carman, the rising poet of the season.Daisy's movements were so expert as she rode Pavlov; their facial expressions showed how immersed they were in the pleasure of sex. Don't they feel suffocated? Doing it in the car, and their bodies drenched in sweat. Somehow, they understand pleasure."Irina , you have no idea how big this is, they’re going to pay dearly for this scandal. Now get their video.""What?" I gasped. Cessie's orders felt a bit heavy.My current position was hidden behind a tree, obscured by the long bench in front of me. I didn't even understand why Brooklyn's city park was so deserted this afternoon. The sky bore witness to how passionately they made lo