Mala Novel By Nimra Ahmed Novels & Stories

THIRTY ONE Malia sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixated on the floor, as her mother gently combed through her hair. The rhythmic strokes of the brush were meant to soothe, but the tension in Malia’s clenched fists betrayed her frustration. “You look absolutely stunning, Malia,” her mother, Mrs. Lyra, said, a smile playing on her lips. “I’m telling you, no man will be able to walk past without turning his head.” She admired her daughter’s reflection in the mirror, her voice dripping with pride.

A snake I didn’t get rid of properly. “Maliah Grey is a heartless, careless and irresponsible woman who doesn’t care about her pregnancies. She is willing to go against doctors' orders and her body’s demand just to put work first. She lost seven pregnancies in 4 years as a result of her indifferent attitude towards innocent lives that should have been given a chance to see life at its finest. Her cold-heartedness ripped those babies from becoming part of this world” I think my chest was closing up. I was aware of my hands tugging my hair painfully as I read the words over and over again.

Amara’s eyes widened, her expression shifting from focused to alarmed. “What?” I snapped, following their gaze. That’s when I saw her. Malia. She was walking toward us, her posture stiff, her steps deliberate. Her eyes were locked on me, filled with a fury that made my stomach churn. But it wasn’t just the anger in her gaze that stopped me in my tracks—it was the blood. She was covered in it. Her clothes were soaked, dark red stains spreading across her shirt and arms. Blood streaked her face and neck, smeared across her hands. Her hair was matted with it, sticking to her skin in damp clumps. She looked like she had just stepped out of a nightmare.

"Old hag! Witch! Ugly monster! "It's your fault we can't go back to our home. "I'll kill you!" This time, I didn't hold back. The second he charged at me, I sidestepped him and slapped him hard across the face. "Nobody ever taught you manners, so I guess I'll do it myself. "I'll teach you what respect is. "In life, there are rules to be followed!" In the end, Shirley and her accomplices were criminally detained on charges of identity theft and financial fraud.

Chapter 1 Malia woke up breathing heavily, another nightmare again, this time around, she saw some group of friends betraying her and ended up doomed in both friendship and relationship....... "It's just a dream and not real; I will get over it by going to school as usual." She said to herself... She called the maids to prepare her water to bath, and in no less than two minutes, a maid was at her service, this is how wealthy and successful her parents are, but she lacked one thing, love, and attention...

"Leave my house and don't you ever come back, you provocateur!" "Gladly." Sam smiled and walked towards the car which was parked few miles away from Malika's house, deeply satisfied and contented with the blast she just gave Malika. That should teach her some lesson! Serves her right! ~~~ ROSHNI Raj was not back from work and I was dying of boredom in the room. I picked up my phone, logged into W*****d and wanted to continue reading a novel titled All for what! By deey_jah, but I was disappointed to find out the author still hadn't updated. I searched for more stories and added them to my library (you, my punishment by sssilentscreamsss and A Muslim's romantic journey) The titles were catchy

She whispered sadly “ I woke up late that day but I still insisted that we go to the forest, we went deeper and deeper the more I begged and before we knew it we had gone far too deep, that was when I noticed inhumane eyes that stared at us as it lurked in the darker shadows, Malia explained “ but mom, she tried to fight it off even if she couldn’t, she told me to run, but right in front of me she was cut down, and I was taken by a masked figure, too speechless to scream, I was taken and matched with other girls and I saw what he did to them how he feasted on their blood and I made it that I never grew fat, I made myself ugly to never appeal to his eyes or taste and I was seen as only a maid

Then she looked down her feet to check if it was indeed a monster, but she was surprised to see it was not a lake monster, but a human hand forcefully drowning her. She kicked several times, and when she sensed the grip loosen up, she kicked the hardest and hurriedly swam, going to the shallow part. Without looking back, she grasped her dagger and prepared herself to fight. Her eyes widened when the figure got up from the water. It was a familiar creature with blue eyes, pointed ears, and dark skin. A creature that was not allowed to enter the territory of Hala without permission. A dark elf! Malaika threw the dagger aiming at the creature’s heart. She smiled when it didn’t miss. However, th

I asked her suddenly. "Ethallia," the girl said and bowed a bit. "You?" "I am Mara," I answered, bowing back. The girl flushed in embarrassment and a bit of delight. "Please to meet you." She looked me up and down, much as I had done to her. "I've never seen you around here before." I nodded. "I'm new. I just was wondering what was going on here." "It's the shoranta. The soldiers chose a woman to spend the night with," she explained simply.

She wanted to ruin Malia’s name. I slammed my locker door shut so hard the kid beside me jumped. Screw class. I needed to find Nessa and make her eat her words. The halls beat me, by second period, the whispers were everywhere. Malia’s name, said like poison, like a dare. And each time it reached my ears, my stomach twisted tighter. I saw Malia standing by the library doors, head bent low, shoulders drawn in like she wanted to shrink out of her own skin. Her books were clutched to her chest, her knuckles white.