Novel & Cerita Mala Mano

“So that means you can't remember us?” I nodded once again. “Heya” an albino girl said and shook her head “Dont worry you'll get better okay” She added. Her eyes were large and luminously golden. Her skin was so transparent that I could trace her blood veins right through it, and her hair, was the color of the sun. “Okay, I know when you girls see a fine boy you cannot control your selfs. But right now I want you all to postpone your flirting and seduction for another time because, right now we have a serious business on ground”

Vivian defiantly asserted, her voice strained from the pain coursing through her body. The man's anger grew, his features contorting with rage. "Don't worry, I know how to make her talk," Malia interjected, her voice carrying an unsettling mix of malice and excitement. As Malia extended her hands toward Vivian, an ominous aura enveloped her, and she began to chant incantations. Vivian's screams pierced the air, the excruciating pain tearing through her body, causing Damian, from where he was to hear her cries of anguish even though she didn't try to communicate with him telepathic, leaving Damian both distraught and uncertain if this was yet another ploy.

Selene is still not looking at him like she suddenly finds the floor very interesting. “Well then, if you need my help, you’ll find me here. You are so much welcome.” The man placed a small card on the table beside Selene, she was just about to say something but when she looked up he was nowhere to be seen. Selene picked the card. It was a plain black card with just two words written in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM.

Landon did you a favor for choosing a wolf-less woman like you. Instead of listening to my haunting thoughts, I slam the door wide open. The tears are freefalling from my cheeks now and I don’t give a hoot. Malia shrieks covering her naked body-as if there’s something to look at in the first place. Landon, always calm and composed, six feet tall with an athlete’s body, covers half his naked body. To think I have never seen him naked. I have never been on the receiving end of what Malia just experienced minutes ago.

Her head snapped from side to side as spittle drooled from her screaming mouth. Manuela put another finger reached out to Grace's ass and jabbed in her asshole. Her fingers were already wet so it slides in beautifully. She raked the sensitive walls of Grace’s asshole and at the same time, gnawed and sucked on her clit. Manuela's face was drowning in pussy-cream and she loved it. Grace went into contortions. She writhed and jerked, her body being gobbled alive. Her neck strained as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull.

Damon said, boosting Runa up toward the central manifold. Runa climbed with the agility of a forest cat, her hands slick with oil. She reached the release lever, but as she gripped it, the deck beneath them shuddered. A massive, steam-powered claw swept across the catwalk, pinning Damon against the brass sphere. "DAMON!" Runa screamed. From the shadows, Malakai stepped forward. He wasn't wearing armor; he wore a long grey coat, and his mechanical arm—a masterpiece of brass and silver—was whirring with lethal intent.

At first I thought it would be my greatest decision to create something visible and expressible but I wasn't wrong though. I mean, I created a human with nothing but a physical body and a driver called soul. And they gave me good entertainment, with the decisions and arguments of their brain and heart. Their meaningless lust is what I love the most. And it is one of those qualities in them which is just irreplaceable and undying either. Ma'la, who has an ambition now and is determined to get his greatest destiny because he believes he is chosen, he is the greatest, and everything is for him to conquer.

“If it makes you feel slightly less awkward, I go by Manuella. Manny if you want.” Kataya shivered in her room. “It doesn’t, but isn’t Manny a guy’s name?” Manuella slowly walked around her body. Taking in every forming curve and dimple. She started on the right side of her body. “Move your hands for me. Just briefly, ok?” Kataya moved her hands away, leaving her front exposed. Manuella looked quickly and continued. When she reached her backside; something gave her pause. A strange mark was just below her bottom. “Sorry honey.”

Tendrils of black vapor curl and twist around its jagged silhouette, hissing softly as if the chair itself is alive, hungering for something just out of reach. Malachi’s appearance is no less commanding. His skin, a deep obsidian, glistens faintly, intricate runes etched across its surface. They pulse dimly, shifting like molten lava beneath the surface. His horns arch back from his brow in smooth, gleaming curves. Golden eyes blaze beneath, twin infernos that pierce the room with a feral intensity.

He had disgraced everything our people stood for. Rage was starting to seep through my body, and I snapped the pen I was holding in half, spilling ink all over my hand and onto the table. Amber looked at me and sighed with disappointment at my lack of self-control. I tried to keep my composure, but I'd heard the rumors about Amon having a pleasure house at one of his establishments and that he could be sex trafficking women, which caused my blood to boil. I leaned forward and rested my chin on my knuckles.