I Am Malala Novels & Stories

"Huney please not today I am in a bit of pain." Molly detached her with a "sorry Mackayla." "Its okay" Mackayla said with a soft smile. "Be careful though Shelly's on a bit of a rampage." "Here let me help" Shelly said contridiciting Molly's warning She helped Mackayla settle the girls in their chairs then gave them some pancakes. Then she set some tea and toast in front of Mackayla "you need to eat something and this will help. Raise enough kids you learn looks."

”You got this, Alpha, make the decisions, it’s okay,” I said and patted his arm before dragging Malia out of the house and onto the patio. ”What’s wrong?” I asked her when we sat down. Malia reached down into her pocket and picked up a square box. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand. ”I…I'm scared,” she said and smiled awkwardly. ”You’re gonna purpose to Amber.” I stated an obvious fact but I needed to grasp it by saying it out loud. ”How?” I asked her. Malia shrugged her shoulders. ”I have no idea, I want it to be epic, like her but also with all of you there because, well, you’re her family,”

She grabbed Erevan’s dagger and prepared herself for a possible attack, but she was just all alone. “Sit, and clear your mind….” It took her a while before she decided to follow the voice. She sat down on the icy ground and took a long deep breath. If she could not find a way to survive the harsh environment, it would be a shame since she suffered severe torture at the hands of a dark elf and miraculously survived. “Whoever you are, I owe my life to you,” Malaika whispered with her eyes closed. “I am Varina.” She smiled. “I am Malaika Thronsden of Hala. Your name sounds like our island.”

’ I answered, awkwardly. ‘My name is Penelope’ she said regaining her composure. She had chocolate brown skin and beautifully braided hair held back in a ponytail. I was quickly becoming the centre of attention which always made me feel a little out of place. I was already older than most of the girls in my class, I didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb. Plus I didn’t have the personality of a famous person. I was usually incredibly shy and always amazed when people recognized me and wanted to get to know me.

We're not exactly small, yet she almost makes me fall over. "Thank goodness. My heart was breaking when I thought you caught one look at me and decided to leave. What's your name, and what are you?" she asks as I wrap my arms around her. I have never been hugged, and the feeling of having her against me takes my breath away. I never want her to leave my arms. "I'm Malachi, and I'm a rhino." She gasps and looks up at me in shock.

Maliyah I can’t believe it’s been a year since I woke up. I turn eleven in three days and little Aiden turns one. Mom insists we have a birthday party and I only agreed because of Aiden. I don’t really feel like celebrating. I got up extra early this morning to go riding alone. I know this will make everyone mad but I need some space. There is always someone following me so I left before everyone woke up but I at least alerted border patrol of my little solo ride.

she announced, already halfway to the bedroom. "Wait—no running," Laila called after her, then realized she sounded like every mom in history. She shook her head, amused. Jordan laughed softly. "She's fast." "Always," Laila said, but her voice softened. "Especially when she's excited." Malaya came back minutes later in full Ms. Marvel mode, turning in a circle. "Do I look heroic?" Jordan grinned. "You look unstoppable." "That's because I am," she said matter-of-factly.

I am Akesha Melody Anderson ,will run as fast I can and never be hide again. I will learn how to fight and protect all the people that have special part in my heart and life. I should be brave to protect my love ones. I will not be a coward anymore.

Mia POV. My name is Mia, I'm sixteen, or I think I am, it's what my mother says I am, she hates me, like really hates me. The bruises on my body stand witness to her tough love, to how she treats me, when everyone else get to go to school, make friends and be classified by my age, I wasn't I was locked inside.

Magdalena finished packing her last suitcase and wiped off sweat from her forehead. She's been packing since yesterday, after she made final decision to leave her husband, Alik's house who she married at the age of thirteen. Yes, thirteen years, when she was still playing with her dolls, chasing butterflies out in the field. The arranged marriage took her childhood and virginity away.