Mala Influencia Book Novels & Stories

she explained hopelessly. Leona chuckled. She shook her head, unable to believe what she had just heard. "That sentence is more suitable for Loui to say." replied Leona bluntly. Malia looked down — staring at the tips of her shoes, which were slightly dirty stained with sauce that she spilled during lunch. Malia felt embarrassed, scared, confused and happy at the same time. She was ashamed because as a woman she did not fight hard when a man touched her. She was afraid, because according to her, a vampire's bite would be so deadly and able to turn her into the same predator later. She was confused because suddenly Loui treated her as if she was hers that could be hugged, fondled, and touched

- I responded back, burying my thoughts deep. My face flushed realizing that he had been able to pick up these X-Rated thoughts so easily since I had been so deep into it. The book hadn't helped at all to keep my mind on my task for the day. It had been the equivalent of "See Spot Run" in the Draygonian world. Nerrian rolled his eyes and closed the book. He set it off to the side on a pile of books that never quite made it back to his shelves. I don't think this will work today. Nerrian admitted shaking his head.

While Yara was the Angelic Belluci, whom people saw as the pure, cute, innocent and handworking billionaire Belluci that had a successful brand, I was the Lilith Belluci, the ruthless, always on edge woman who needed to get laid, had the most sour expression, heartless and who had taken over half of her father’s Mafia business, because of reasons best known to her father. We were like the two fishes in the yin and yang. Or at least that’s what I thought they whispered behind me. Plus Nicola had said the same thing on a few occasions...one occasion rather. It sure made me mad as hell anytime I heard that considering how much I disliked her and couldn’t stand her. And I couldn’t even remember

“Shouldn’t come in? Shouldn’t tell you how fucking hard it is to keep my hands off you? You kissed me back, Malia so don’t bother pretending.” “That was…” she stammered, hugging the book against her chest like it was armor. “That was a mistake.” I smirked, climbing onto the edge of her bed, ignoring the way she shrank back against the headboard. “Funny. It didn’t feel like a mistake, it felt like you finally stopped lying to yourself.” Her chest rose and fell too fast. I could see it in her eyes, panic tangled with want. “You’re making this harder than it has to be.”

“Oh Malia. Always so uptight. When was the last time.you did anything fun, like a party or even sex?” She stared at me with a strange expression and continued; “What happened in Southern Paw was the work of your hands, Estella. How could you do that to so many people?” I eyed her. “How could I do that to so many people? Have you forgotten so soon what those people did to us? How they slaughtered people with magic like we didn't matter. Have you forgotten so soon, Malia? Or has your mind been polluted from living with them for this long?” I banged my fist on the armchair.

I started to wonder if some curse or divination had been cast on our bloodline and landed on Max. "The damning evidence," my father continued. "Was that two of the women and one of the men were in possession of Malleus Maleficarum, 'The Witches' Hammer'... It's a book on witchcraft which speaks about sexual encounters with demons... How to make things go wrong in the lives of young women... Lure them into the covens, etcetera, etcetera."

Junnev shrugs like I knew he would, he only lives for food, football, and our brotherhood, but Malakai's eyeballs nearly bulge out of his skull. “Of course, I've heard of them, I know the KMJ Gone Girls. They're the top-rated influencers in America. They set trends for other influencers doing the craziest stuff you'd ever see a girl do. They once beat up an armed man who'd tried to rob the grocery store they were using for their weekly post. How have you NOT heard of them?” He asks with a confused frown. Malakai's a tech wiz. He's either surfing the net, hacking the net, or hacking through pussy.

“But it's not real love, it's just born out of a stimulus coin. It's not called love..." Mia's words seem to be transmitted step by step into Malcolm's heart and mind. But he's a brat, he doesn't want to be influenced by anyone. Therefore, the man immediately denies Mia's opinion. The conversation becomes more serious and tense. Mia still maintaining her composure, gently replies to Malcolm: