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."

Kevin sat straight up, and his fingers tightened around his mother’s hand. A curse word slipped from his mouth when he noticed Agent Malone’s luminescent skin. “Yo man, what the f*ck is wrong with your hand!” The young man jumped back in his seat while reaching for his mom and trying to protect her. What happened next made Kevin realize appearances can deceive you. “I can only hold another person’s form for twenty-four hours. After twenty-four hours, that’s when things f*ck up for me.” An ominous female voice emerged from Agent Malone’s mouth. Seductive darkness echoed behind the voice.

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 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.

Within the moment, his once tired and decaying eyes sought new life as well as love for the women he grew with, his Ellensandria. Malakai’s arms quiver for a moment. The sagging skin begins tightening, and the muscle mass thought gone is renewed. The tissues that decayed in a matter of seconds spring back into his lifeless arms. The forearm’s strength is now vibrant and whole. Though regrowing power using mana is difficult and painful, the use of sex and being with the one he loves nullifies that pain. With his newly crafted right hand, he moves the appendage upward past her lower torso and between her mounds. Though while his hand moves, he takes the time to worship every inch of her divine

Malachi growls against my core. To his dismay, I take control by grabbing his arm and pushing him to his back on the bed. I straddle him, taking his member in my hand and swiftly insert him inside me. I gasp as my walls expand for him. "Damn Luna," Malachi moans as my walls pulse around his length. He places his hands on each hip and helps me move. I use his chest to help me get better leverage to move my hips, then guide his hands up to caress my breast. I moan when he slightly pinches my pierced nipple.

“If you say so. Now, shoot them. Use all of your strength to shoot.” “What if it’s too–” “I don’t ca– I mean, we will not know until you try.” ‘Does he want to say ‘I don’t care’ just now?’ “Shoot.” Focusing and Imagining his mana, slowly, it traveled from his heart to his arm and straight to the edge of his two fingers. Mal held it and gathered as much mana as he could. “Now!” Mal locked his eyes and shot. BOM! A bullet size heat mana pierced through the enemy metal armor. Whoever it was, their heart had a hole in their heart as they dropped dead.