Mala Mano Novels & Stories

Manuela complained angrily, unable to forget what Uno had done to her hands earlier. "You're so dramatic; touching my fucking chest is a privilege, woman. If you're bothered by that, Calíel always carries a dagger; I can cut off your hands if you like," Uno said plainly, causing Manuela to quickly hide her hands behind her back. "You already soiled my hands, and now you're threatening me! You have no heart!" "Excuse me? Are you saying my fucking chest is dirty?" Uno snapped, raising Manuela's eyebrow. "I didn't say anything; you're the one who thought of that."

What the hell is happening? I can't move. I try to lift my body, my arms, my hands, even my legs so I can stop whatever is happening if I could just knee him in the nuts and be home free. But nothing is reciting it's like they've all gone on strike and decided to state their offence not to work. I want to scream and tell him to stop but my voice is tangled in a moan as he flicks his tongue over my private parts. I've only ever let one man go there and he betrayed me the moment I pushed him away.

I was rubbing my temple with my palm trying to ease the banging in my head when Mala walked in. Mala being her escentric self choose to wear a ghotic look. She wore all black- shorts, blouse, boots, eyeliner, hair , lipstick.. even her nails were painted black. "Oh my God Mala, what's with your dark look, you look like Dracula's bride." I told her lightly laughing. She smiled back at me and placed the bag she held on the table by the visitors chair. "Girl, I am feeling powerful today, just wanted to express it."

The man transformed into an albino-skinned woman right before Charle’s eyes. Even Agent Malone’s suit morphed into a strapless, low-cut, red leather dress. It was weird seeing this female creature emerge from a man’s body with boobs and hips that were very noticeable. Agent Malone’s masculine military crew cut hairstyle morphed into a long rainbow-colored braided ponytail. His wide neck along with his Adam’s Apple became a small curvy throat that blended in well with an ultra shapely chest full of cleavage.

She cleared her mind despite being a laughingstock. Malaika closed her eyes and imagined the energy of water flowing inside her body. She concentrated all her mana on her palm. Malaika did not utter even a single incantation. Lend me your power, goddess… she prayed. The laughter stopped when a tremor hit the massive hall. When Malaika opened her eyes, they glinted like emerald crystals. She touched the water inside the four glasses. It came out and became mini waterspouts. Even the goldfish seemed to enjoy swimming inside.

The sight of Malta, the one who held his secrets and had taken advantage of his weakened state, pierced through Dirk's facade, shattering the fragments of control he had so carefully crafted. Shaken, Dirk clutched his stomach, a familiar pain shooting through his lower abdomen. He winced in anguish, watching as Malta slowly approached him. He knew this encounter would be agonizing, just as he had feared. Malta's intense gaze bore into him, a grim smile on his face. The man possessed thick eyelashes, and his emotionless black eyes were captivating.

Malica stared at him with anger in her eyes. Malica was a dark-skinned Mexican woman, she is the owner of the prostitution firm Alora was sold to. Malica was the mother of two girls, but her daughters passed away due to an unpleasant event where both of her daughters were brutally raped by a couple of unknown men, which attacked them. Malica is a saddest who makes a living out of young girls, forcing them to sell their bodies to men. She believes it is a way of life as she was one in the business. “He wants Alora!.” Malica finally said.

Malica stared at him with anger in her eyes. Malica was a dark skinned Mexican woman, she is the owner of the prostitution firm Alora was sold to. Malica was the mother of two girls, but her daughters passed way due to an unpleasant event were both of her daughters were brutally raped by a couple of unknown men, which attacked them. Malica is a saddiest which makes a living out of young girls, forcing them to sell their bodies to men. She believes it is a way of live as she was ones in the business. “He wants Alora!.” Malica finally said.

Her voice is melodic and at the same time firm. I lean into Niko looking at him from the corner of my eye, his expression remains unchanged. The woman stretched her hand forward “De Malino, Marian De Malino.” With a smile, I reached forward to clasp her hand in hand. “I’m Lola, a pleasure” Her grip is firm, not at all like a woman’s handshake. The name sounded somewhat familiar, though I couldn’t place it. “Sorry about your father glad to have you” I add with a smile before moving back to my husband who hasn’t so much as acknowledged their existence other than a passing glance. My eyes jumped to her companion, a tall muscled man, clean-shaven with dark brown hair.

"Alright, now spin around." "Yes, madam director," Malena joked, slowly turning to give us all a chance to look at her legs and pert little ass clad in the skin-tight white fabric. Malena was a smaller girl than Alanna, her athleticism more graceful instead of powerful; if she wasn't training for their Rugby team, Malena was doing yoga or tai chi in our little backyard. Her body was bikini-ready, with slim hips and sleek legs that met in a small but what I considered fantastic ass - the yoga pants she was wearing showing off the diamond gap below her crotch and between her thighs.