I Am Malala Novels & Stories

She raised her brows at me. "Aren't you going to introduce yourself?" Joshua asked, making me look at him. "Oh sor...sorry I am Malia. Malia Gonzalez." I said. "Gonzalez?" Anita asked, making me look at her. I nodded. "You are Italian?" She asked. I nodded. "Yes." She hummed. "You didn't tell us your age." Annie claimed my attention. Gosh, she sounds bossy like her mother. "I am eighteen years old." I said.

Her furry, lovable pets. Spring, the cute fluffy hamster. Summer, the hot-blooded energetic pink piglet. Fall, her prim and proper Maine Coon cat and Winter, her white lazy-cozy Alaskan Malamute. She sighed, worried if those boys had already fed and bathe them. Her long lashes quivered as the cold wind splashed across her face. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them, below the second story of the four-story building, she saw that messy-haired guy.

How on earth did I never even know my mom at least I have a goal or role model to look at not a store owner though, my memories inside her store are one of the best I had especially with dad. Even, though he is a hardcore thoracic surgeon, he is great in his field as well yet I never even know him! While in my thoughts, I am shocked hearing that loud shout at the ER I run fast towards just to find out a teenage girl yelling so loud while Chloe is looking at her wounds, the person the patient is been with seems to be from some institution. "Hey, what do we have here?" "She is Malia Fardeen 18 years old and has a lot of laceration all over her trunk"

I miss the days where she would wear something more revealing that would have my dick hard in seconds This biker chick look she's got going on isn't doing anything for my libido. She looks like she's about to attend a Gothic funeral for crying out loud. "Thought you might wanna know that Amar led Mal out of the club a minute ago." Her voice held a note of concern laced through her words. "Mal is Switzerland for me. She's Amar's problem, darling."

‎ ‎Then added softly, ‎ ‎“That might become a problem.” ‎ ‎Across the city, in a dim apartment lit only by a laptop screen, Malia stared at the same gala headlines. ‎ ‎The videos had already spread everywhere. ‎ ‎Her humiliation replayed endlessly across the internet. ‎ ‎Her nails dug into the desk as another article loaded. ‎ ‎Another photo of Melissa standing beside Jayden. ‎ ‎The position she had wanted. ‎ ‎Slowly, she opened a new message window. ‎

At some point, Malia is like Mari's extinguisher whenever she is in a very bad mood. This time when Malia went to country A as the proxy of her cousin's parents, Allan sponsored her flight since it was so sudden that she needed to go to another country for the sake of her cousin who became a victim of an assault. Since she got permission from her boss to allow her to do her work on her laptop while she is in another country that made it possible for her to be with Mari. "Hello, Mari how are you today?" asked Dr. Brown who came into Mari's room.

“We were supposed to do so much together. Go to college, get married, and have kids. Oh, speaking of kids, Alyx is pregnant. I know she wasn’t your favorite person, but I also know how much you like kids.” I stopped to stare at her headstone. Mallory Jaid Chun. “I always thought it was funny how you and my Nona had the same middle name, but I liked the way yours is spelled better. It’s also Mina’s middle name, but you don’t know her.” I wiped a few tears from my eyes. “Guess what. I’m going to be a queen one day. Who would have thought that little old naïve me would be helping someone rule a country? Well, in my case, a world, but I think I can manage.” I let out a quick breath. “I miss you

But his quiet words failed as Malia approached him before he could finish his thought. "This isn't my first rodeo," she said, forcing a smile. Malia's long hair hung down over one eye, her blood-stained clothes a clear indication of her tireless efforts. "I've navigated this path many times and know what to expect." She placed a stained hand on her narrow hip. "Sometimes things are bad... sometimes they're worse. Let's just remain positive." Though she tried to sound optimistic, it was clear to both of them that she was bluffing and utterly exhausted.

Is this the real you? Those smiles you showed us, is this how it really felt? “Mal Pandora Alvarez, that’s my name Sir.” Unconsciously I hold Mal’s clothes. I want her to stop. This is something she shouldn’t take as a joke. She looked at me. I am worried about her, and I'm concerned about what might happen to her if she continues. This is happening because of me. She shouldn’t involve herself in this.

Then walked over to the camera stand and set it up. Ring light. Tripod. Plain white top. No filters. No glam. Just me. I sat down and stared at the lens. Pressed record. “Hi… I’m Melissa Brown.” My voice cracked a little. I cleared my throat. “Most of you know who I am. Or at least… you think you do.” I paused. My hands trembled in my lap. “What happened last night—wasn’t my proudest moment. And no, I’m not here to justify violence. I don’t condone it. But I do believe in standing up for yourself. And more importantly, standing up for the people you love.”