Mala Mano Novels & Stories

Morena was conscious of her words. “Yes Morena, I have to… I suspect some discrepancy in the community business, and you know what it means, before I can decide I want to be certain there's an issue, I don't want to raise an alarm unfairly” Alpha Malik explained to her, in the process, he growled. “Arrg” He whimpered in pain, he felt a sudden pain in his hands and as he wanted to stretch it, the pain intensified, there was no circulation of blood in his hand but after some seconds the pain shrank.

Vanessa Diamond wasn't what anyone wanted, her brash personality and tomboyish ways turned everyone against her, even her family. Knowing she wasn't wanted Vanessa left home, and moved to the bustling city of New York. She had hoped it would be a place where her dreams would finally come true, but its not always that easy. Forced to work in a gentlemen's club she begins to fit in somewhere...perhaps this is where she was meant to be. But after one 'lucky' night with the Mafia's boss Christiano her life is turned upside down again... But she's ready for the challenge.

However, Malia merely placed a warm hand on Jenny's forearm, softening her expression. "These men are all motherfuckers," she said, her voice low and laced with venom. Jenny blinked, trying to control her gaze from lingering on Malia's hand, a gesture of unexpected affection and familiarity. "They form these little cliques, running around and hurting anyone they want without fear of consequences."

I thanked the goddess that the room was soundproof, as my loud moan echoed throughout the room. Two of his fingers moved in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit, and his mouth sucking my nipple. If that wasn't too much, I don't know what was. I was about to lose my senses. I clenched around him, rolled my eyes back, threw my head, and dug my nails into his shoulder. “J-Jaden,” I moaned. “Fuck, my name sounds delicious coming from your mouth, love,” he groaned. “Say it again, Malia,” he whispered, holding my breast between his teeth.

“Thank you, sir.” “On your hands and knees, ‘maiala,’ let's see how good you take a cock.” Maiala - Dirty Girl

The taller one of the Donovan twins said. "As if it's that easy," Malaika the blind bat piped in. Malaika was the only blind one amongst our men but he doesn't act like a blind one. Being blind already made all his other senses very active. "We need just one thing," He added, fingering his beards. "And what is that?" Armani, growled out. "A weakness," Malaika replied. "Have you ever heard of a mafia lord with a weakness?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mala shouted at Bartolo as she ran toward him, luring the ironclad beetles. Bartolo heard her call and saw the beetles behind her. Bartolo gathered his strength into his arms and prepared to attack. Despite being from the same species, they didn’t seem to be as strong as Noso because Mala’s attacks scratched them a bit. Nonetheless, Bartolo launched a full power attack at them. His fists collided with one of them and he kept the momentum going until he smashed the beetle into the ground. Bartolo grabbed the other beetle by the head and tore it off its torso like it was paper.

Ariana looked around the room for her one of her best friend's since childhood and the man who had nagged her to reopen her company. As if hearing her question, the door opened and young man walked in with a mug of coffee in one hand and a black book in the other. He was quite tall and lanky with sandy brown hair and hazel green eyes. Taking a sip from his mug, he walked over to Ariana and handed her the hardcover book. It was twelve by ten inches and two inches thick. Engraved in red print on the cover was the word, 'Mala Santa'. "These are the designs for this month." Raiden explained as he walked to his seat which was on the left of Ariana's.

I'm so nervous as I pull it open, that it takes a lot of will power not to pass out. The moment, I unwrap the box my voice gets trapped in my throat for a second. My brain freezes, and then it all happens in slow motion. The scream leaves my throat before I can stop it. Staggering back, I fall limply to the floor, my eyes not leaving the box which now lay on its side. Spilling out its hideous contents, Mira gasps, looking away immediately. But I can't, I'm unable to look away from it. Especially the bloody words engraved on it. 'I'll make sure your friend loses a finger more next time'

He bows so fast and low I worry he might hurt himself. “Your Highness. M’lady,” he blurts, voice cracking. Then he darts out the room, boots thudding down the corridor. I exchange a glance with Lady Brook, who lifts an amused brow but says nothing. Mala, red as a pomegranate, clears her throat and smooths her skirts like nothing happened. “You must see this tub, m’lady” she says, rallying herself with urgency. “Show me,” I tell her instead. I have to nudge Lady Brook to make her hold back from teasing.