I Am Malala Novels & Stories

The girl glanced at Vivian but uttered only a single word, barely above a whisper, "Malia." "Malia," Vivian repeated softly, acknowledging her response. "That's a beautiful name. Now, Malia, where can I take you? Your home address or perhaps a friend's address?" Vivian continued, attempting to gather more information. However, instead of responding, Malia's face contorted with anguish, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

For a moment she laughed at the sound of Malia's sobs which actually sounded so disturbing to her hearing, but she was satisfied because she had managed to scare and even make Malia sob like this. "Malia Hale... You... The only survivor of my mother's army attack that night, right?" said Irina provocatively. Malia's tears stopped for a moment along with her perfectly rounded netra. "Y- you- you? You're the one who attacked my family?" Malia spoke even though she stuttered. PLAK Irina slapped one of Malia's cheeks hard before finally replying, "Not me, you idiot!" Irina said. "My mother's army." She continued with a sarcastic laugh at the end of the sentence.

I inquired and he carefully explained everything to me. " That's honestly sick, that woman in the hospital needs serious protection" I said out loud and sipped my coffee after sir Khalid explained everything to me. " well they're dealing with that over there, for now I need to send Director Malcom this video and a picture of the person that took Najmah away" Sir Khalid said as he typed on his MacBook. " Can I see?" he nodded in response as he tilted the laptop my way.

She asked her confusedly as her frown deepened. The woman gazed at her confusedly. You don't know? She asked wonder written on her face. Not wanting to waste more time, I stood up and walked closer to them. "Thank you madam for your help" we would take our Leave now" I said and she frowned. "She has amnesia and thus, can not remember anything except her name" I said wanting to clear her curiosity. Oh! She exclaimed and stared at Melissa pitifully. "My poor child" she exclaimed pulling her to a hug as tears trickled down her cheek.

"hmmm..yea...I do, Well, it's not only you that needs their attention, I'm their last child who is still in junior school but despite that,t I don't care" " You know just like Ed Sheeran song" "cause I don't care when I'm with my baby yeah "all the bad things disappear "cause you to make me feel maybe I'm somebody......" she was singing holding her Id card like a mic and her voice is like a half crocodile voice half angelic voice if you know you know... Malia was just laughing at her sister's drama...... whenever she is around she just knows the way to cheer one up, talking like an experienced motivational speaker...

she squealed as she ran away. I groaned as I got out of bed and made my way into the bathroom to shower and change. I was seventeen today. I looked at myself in the mirror as I got out of the shower and noticed the faint black and blue around my eye. My lip was still split open from yesterday’s training session and my ribs were cracked.

Followed by a chorus from the members of my army. "Good morning," I wave to everyone. "Today we have a new... member?" I stare at her, a crease forming in the middle of my forehead. "Participant, I don't know... Anyway," I let the air out of my lungs. "That's my mate, Malia, I hope you'll take her in and treat her well, please. She's going to train with us today!" I was hoping she would turn and run in fear, but she smiled openly and waved excitedly.

Chapter 3: Myla Five Years Later In a bustling restaurant, a woman sat alone in the corner, her presence commanding attention. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, swept the room, and her beauty was undeniable. Despite the soft elegance she exuded, there was something fiercely determined about her—something that made her seem unapproachable, untouchable. This was Mila, though she went by Myla now. Beside her sat a little girl, her legs swinging beneath the table, her eyes wide and bright as she gazed at her mother. The girl’s expression mirrored Mila’s own—sharp, observant, unyielding.

I really want to burn her, but no, it's not my duty, Candice will take care of that when she finds out that she's being backstabbed by her. "Me? Sir, me?" the girl asked in surprise. Her nervousness was evident in her voice as she uttered those words. "Yeah," was the only brief response of "punyemas" to the question. Upon hearing what Punyemas said, she quickly stood up from her seat and introduced herself. "I'm Mary Fatima Mendiola," the girl introduced herself with a saintly name but with a questionable attitude. "We celebrated our Christmas and New Year in the Maldives, and it was so fun," Ate girl added with a smile.

She looked so sick and so lean, very malnourished and it broke my heart even more. There were bruises all over her face and any open skin on her body. I really wanted to walk up to her, gather her in my harms and kiss the living day light out of her and whisper that help is on it's way. But I can't. Bethany would kill her and maybe kill me. I have to keep the act together. "Makaila..." Bethany called, closing and locking the door behind her. "Look, who is here." Makaila rose her head up gradually and her eyes widened when she saw me. She smiled slightly.