I Am Malala Novels & Stories

I made a promise. To who? My creator. Myself And Princess Gabriella That I would fulfill my dreams. I'll be persistent no matter the cost. But what to do? There are only 24 days left! That's enough to change my Destiny. I am Malisa Bree and this is my Story! Enjoy! I hope you'll learn a lot from it. Thanks for reading.

Name: Rosalia Dylan Alvarez Age: 22 Sex: Female Date of Birth: October 24th, 1998 Height: 5' 8 Nationality: Mexican, Citizen of America Work: Massachusetts Institute of Technology (Student) Parents: Lena Alvarez-Ortega (Mother, Deceased), Miguel Ortega (Father, Deceased) Siblings: Mariana Ortega, Zavier Ortega Guardian: Rosalia Ortega My eyebrows furrow the more I read and I look at my brother with a cocked eyebrow. "What is this?" Malachai throws a grape in the air and catches it in his mouth. Barely a minute passed and he still hasn't spoken, just stared at me with a smug grin. He was the most dramatic fuck I've ever met and I was getting tired of this.

Haya apologised to the girl in front of her. "No no, it's okay you don't need to apologise" the girl replied with a smile, "I am Haya Qadir and you?" Haya asked forwarding her hand "Hunaina Malik" the girl replied and shakes hands with Haya. "Hunaina? I think I heard this name somewhere" Haya thought. "Maaz!" Mahir yelled entering Maaz's cabin, "what? Why do you always have to yell?" Maaz asked in annoyance. "Shut up! Mamu's daughter is coming today so you need to pick her from the airport"

I just wanted to get the feeling that I was among my people, but after the stunt I had just pulled, I doubted that I would be welcomed. “Hey,” I said to a little girl who was picking flowers by the roadside, she kept on plucking her flowers without minding me or responding to me. “Little girl.” “My mum said I should not talk to you if I ever meet you because you are a bad person.” “What is your name?” “Malia.” “What do you think, Malia?” "I think you are beautiful and beautiful people can't be bad." Oh how wrong she was about that part. She had to meet Hannah and decide that she was wrong all by herself, but I hope she never did.

So, one night, I visited him in his apartment carrying a new offer. "Excuse me? How may I help you?" John asked as soon as he opened the door. Before I let out a word, I pulled a business card from my purse and gave it to him. "Yes. My name is Malia, president of the iNeed Foundation. Our company is looking for gifted individuals to help them study and pursue their dreams. What do you think?" John studied my business card for a few seconds before he gave it back and said, "I'm so sorry, Miss. But, I think you got the wrong person."

I am hungry too and if we are going to talk to them, I might as well eat too. “I am Malia.” The girl with the short blonde hair says. She is tall and willowy thin, with deeply tanned skin and purple eyes. She puts off a tough and in charge type of vibe. She is a bit dirtier than the others, making me think that she is a bit tomboyish and was willing to do most of the work while they were living in the woods. She gestures to the little girl beside her and says, “This little scrap of bee stingers and tree bark-”

LENA’S POINT OF VIEW I’m Aleena Mitchell, an American-Australian woman and I’m twenty-eight years old. I have almond-brown eyes and dark medium hair. I could bring all your sexual fantasies to life but thank God I'm only into pussies. I never had sex with a man before and that would be my worse day ever. People say I'm tall, I've been told, my mom is a Jew, I’ve been raised as a Jew and I believe in the signs of the universe.

Her voice unfamiliar to her own ears. “I will not pretend to stand here and tell you that this will all turn out alright… I have no idea… But I revise to lose this world to darkness, I have never known what my purpose was or what I was meant for, but I do now… I was meant to fight for life even until my last breath and I plan to do so… I will fight for those unaware of what dangers hide in the dark and I will fight for their right to live a life of peace… That is why I am here! And that’s why I will stay… I’m fighting for life!... and you need to decide whether you are too.” Layla finished her speech. Silence was left after her final words, not even the voices in her mind spoke. Layla looked

I was now standing in the pillar or stage, should I say a speech? Yeah, I will. Here goes nothing. "My name is Laura gold and I am glad to be in this wonderful orphanage that has beautiful rooms, gorgeous and caring women that cares for us, like Miss Malika and... " "We all know that that's not true," He said and I stared at him. "Miss Malika isn't caring or nice or gorgeous," He said aloud and I slowly stared At the woman, she didn't say anything but looked forward. "Oh," I said not knowing what to say.

I return it with a small wave and a tired smile. Peace is rare here. But it’s precious when it comes. I let my eyes drift shut again, pretending for a moment that I’m just another normal human-being enjoying the sunshine — not the girl fated to carry the world’s oldest war on her back. Not the daughter of a hunter and a woman I still don’t truly understand. Not the girl that has two sides - standing with one foot in Malakar's world and the other in Malachai's... still unsure of where I truly belong. For today, I am just Hope. Just tired. Just breathing.