Madagascar 2 Gloria Novels & Stories

He said being with me made him sick. I tried breaking up, but he always came crawling back, acting as if he couldn't live without me. But now? I saw everything for what it was. I checked out Nicole's Instagram profile. Her latest post was a selfie taken with her male teammates, with a laptop in the background. The caption read, [Pulled an all-nighter with the crew. Fingers crossed we crush this coding competition!] Something made me zoom in on the screen. And my stomach dropped. There it was, my code. It was exactly how I had written it.

Maliyla's POV Makatea, goddess, this place was incredible. From the food to the ocean, it was paradise. I thought I had seen everything until I stepped foot here. Words couldn't do justice to the beauty of this place. In a way, it was like entering a dream. This beach was filled with clear, warm, and inviting water. Trees, lush greenery, and white sand created a peaceful, inviting atmosphere. Hector and I spent the entire morning and afternoon on the beach. We spent the whole day swimming, sunbathing, and exploring the area. It wasn't until my stomach growled that Hector said we should head back.

Down on land, however, is another story. While flying over Madagascar my feathers prickle as I detect the presence of eyti somewhere down below. I dive down closer to the Earth and follow the trail, my eyes scouring below for that unmistakable darkness. Almost instantly I catch the dark mass of eyti – small but still significant – as they appear to be closing in on a makkari. Her magic emanates from her in purple waves, but it does nothing to deter the eytes’ advances.

*The Steele's Mansion* *Havilah city* Gloriella's eyes darted to the crystal wrist watch and her eyes widened in surprise, it was a coincidence, it had to be a coincidence. " How dare you call me a gorilla!, my name is Gloriella, a combination of Glory and Ella, you.. The words died on her lips when Draco's impaling gaze met hers " How dare you scream at her, if she calls you a gorilla, it simply means you're one " He bit out coldly

These would be easy for me, or so he thought. Madame Maida Lausanne, a positively stunning brunette, stood by the grand balcony of their mansion waiting for her husband. She was wearing a Blanka Matragi evening gown like it was her ordinary day-to-day house clothes. She was born and raised as a ruler to the Aswang clan. Her sophistication and jaw-dropping beauty conceals a dark side of her. She’s capable of manipulating anyone who crosses her path. She welcomed her guest, Detective Andrews, warmly with her good manners. Unfortunately for the ignorant man who was all-smiles on her, Madame Maida was greatly offended. She offered her delicate hands for a handshake which was mistakenly misunders

It made sense then why she seemed so exhausted after a day of being in her big space, the sudden drowsiness that hit her after her swimming session. Now, it was almost six in the evening, with both of them walking by the shore. With Madie picking up whatever she could find. When she woke up earlier, Dario immediately invited her to try the mermaid tail rental for an hour, just enough from four to five so that she'll still have the heat of the sun to keep her warm while in the water. And they did. Madie felt like it was the most magical thing ever. It was a tail made from silicone and painted with different shades of color. When she entered the renting store, it felt like she stepped into a p

"Ms. Gloria Lynch, Mr. Arnold Sullivan, you're under arrest on suspicion of large-scale fraud, money laundering, and aggravated assault. You'll need to come with us." In the next instant, handcuffs clicked around the wrists of the once-untouchable couple. Mom didn't resist. Instead, she fixed her gaze on Daniel. Her eyes burned with a hatred so fierce that it seemed she wanted to tear him apart with her bare hands. "Look into him! Investigate that monster! He's the one behind all of this!"

Anna let out a piercing scream as blood burst forth instantly. The industrial adhesive, activated by heat and friction, had already hardened completely. Marco's violent tug didn't separate them—instead, it tore the skin where their bodies were joined. Their most private parts were now locked together like conjoined twins, fused together beyond separation. "Damn it! What's going on?!" Cold sweat poured down Marco's back. Just then, a deafening boom erupted. An explosion went off at the stern of the yacht. The violent shockwave sent both of them tumbling off the bed.