Novel & Cerita I Am Malala

“With me tonight until we figure something out.” “Really?” The girl’s eyes lit up as if someone had switched on a light inside her. Hope looked foreign on her face, but beautiful. “Yes.” A small, trembling smile appeared. “I’m called Mauli,” she said shyly. “And you?” For a split second, Sara froze. She was not used to questions like this. Usually, people already knew her name before she opened her mouth. They whispered it in corridors, pointed her out in the cafeteria, and attached stories to it.

But then I heard a familiar voice. "Whoa! Whoa! Careful!" I looked back blinking trying to clear my vision and OMG it was Amaal Malik! My eyes popped out again. "What's going on?" He asked. "This Fangirl was waiting outside our house for 3 days just to meet me." Armaan said. "3 days?! Are you kidding me?" Amaal said looking at me. "Nope." Armaan said. "Are you that crazy for him?" "Huh? Um." I started blushing like crazy.

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

- Malcolm questions the girl - "I hate people who cry the most, if you cry again, I can't guarantee your life" The girl says nothing but stops crying, her red eyes always staring at the floor. "Let's smile" Mia slowly forced a smile, her lifeless eyes annoying Malcolm. He hugs her tightly, patting her head gently. The two do not say a word to each other, and Malcolm holds her until she falls asleep from exhaustion, leaning against his shoulder. The man gently carries her back to her room, on the way accidentally catches Lita standing in front of the door. Malcolm frowns. Lita sees that scene, her face does not change, but her hand is already clenched. She smiles and reverently says to Malcol

The air of confidence that surrounded her was the type of someone who was stunning and knew they were stunning. But I have spent a fair number of years being a Luna in the palace so of course, confidence doesn't move me. With a tone of utter disinterest, I conversed. “My name is Malia” My reply was curt and I could very well see that it conveyed the message I wanted it to. I wanted her to know that I was the least affected by whatever she was trying to prove. And above all, I did not give a single shit about it. “I do not give a damn about your name. Who are you and why are you here?” She put her hands on her waist in a protective stance while I continued to stare her down with my gaze.

she stated. The girls started cheering wildly and clapping with so much energy. I was shocked. I had never seen Malia as that kind of person. As a matter of fact, I envied her. She was the most beautiful person I knew, with her cute 5’4 height, tanned skin, hazel eyes and long shiny auburn hair. She was also from a wealthy home, she had good grades in school and she was the best in the Pack when it came to knitting and embroidery. I had admired a lot and she never really gave me any attention, so now that I found out who she really was, I just didn’t know what to think.

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"