Mala Novel By Nimra Ahmed Mga Nobela at Kwento

I am hungry too and if we are going to talk to them, I might as well eat too. “I am Malia.” The girl with the short blonde hair says. She is tall and willowy thin, with deeply tanned skin and purple eyes. She puts off a tough and in charge type of vibe. She is a bit dirtier than the others, making me think that she is a bit tomboyish and was willing to do most of the work while they were living in the woods. She gestures to the little girl beside her and says, “This little scrap of bee stingers and tree bark-”

#### We both sat on the couch like prisoners with our heads down and Nida sat in front glaring at both of us with her arms folded to her chest. Wait! Why am I afraid? She's just a girl and I'm The Armaan Malik! "Hey listen..." I began. "Shut up!" She yelled.. "Yes ma'am!" I looked down again guiltily. What the hell just happened? As I looked at her she was glaring as me as if shooting holes through my soul. Man! The girl's intimidating AF. "Now answer me....what the hell was going on before I got here? Why is He here?!" She said in a low... threatening voice.

My attention kept drifting toward the entrance, irritation settling deeper into my chest with every passing second. Just when I was about to mindlink Blake again, the ballroom doors opened. Conversations slowed instantly. And this time, it wasn’t because of me. Malia stepped inside with Blake and Zara trailing behind her, the crimson fabric of her dress catching beneath the chandelier lights like fresh blood spilled across snow. Maybe it was because nearly everyone else wore darker colors tonight, but the red made her impossible to ignore. Every head turned. Wolves openly stared as she moved through the entrance with her head held high, completely unaffected by the attention following her. L

They were a brilliant, burning gold—brighter than they had ever been before. “Mama?” he asked, his voice clear and strong. “I saw the voices. But I told them to go away. I told them I already had a home.” I pulled him into my arms, sobbing with relief. Liam sat up a moment later, rubbing his eyes as if he had just woken from a long, deep sleep. “I’m hungry,” Liam muttered, making me laugh through my tears. “Elara, look out!” Hale’s warning came just in time. I spun around to see Malakai standing in the centre of the room. His armour was cracked, and one side of his face was covered in silver blood, but the fury in his eyes was enough to freeze the blood in my veins.

★NINA★ The morning after the gym incident felt like a lesson in suffocation. I expected a pink slip; instead, I got a ghost. Malachi moved through the house like a specter of his former self—rigid, silent, avoiding my gaze. Whenever our eyes nearly met, he would pivot away, his jaw tightening so hard I could almost hear bone grinding against bone. I sat in the dining room, idly picking at a piece of toast while Lila explained the complicated politics of her stuffed-animal kingdom, when a shadow fell across the table.

he said. “Oh no, you did not just say that,” Malakhi said, opening his eyes in horror. “Run,” he mouthed to Miall, and he just stood there squeezing my arm. Squishier? My arms were squishier now. “What’s wrong Amanah?” Miall asked, smiling. I was over the boiling point right now, and I didn’t find him cute. Would he defend himself if I smashed this mug on his head right now?

** Shadows and Storms** The world was burning. Not in fire, but in chaos. The moment Priya sent the files, everything changed. Governments scrambled, agencies issued denials, and Kier Malik’s empire began to crack. But Ayesha knew better. A wounded animal was the most dangerous. And Kier Malik wasn’t the kind of man to lose. The Fallout Ayesha stood in the safe house’s dimly lit kitchen, her fingers tightening around a steaming cup of coffee she had no intention of drinking.

Jahan Ara begum, was wife of Shabbir Malick. They had three sons, The eldest son, Mustafa Malick was a humble polite and respectful man in his late 50's who was married to Hameeda who was also a polite lady and caring mother figure for all the children. They have 3 children •Arman Mustafa Malick was 28 years old who was handling all the business and the underworld. •Then, Ammar Mustafa Malick who was 26 years old and was also taking part in business. He was Badtameez and hot headed.

Mala always wanted Moon but Moon was never interested in a bitchy person that Mala was. Mala was done carving her face. Melody brought a mirror and showed it to Ocean. Ocean screamed loudly seeing her horrible face. The triplets and Mala laughed at her misery. Mala still didn't feel satisfied with whatever she had done to Ocean. She gritted her teeth and cut both of Ocean's wrists.

But she was dreaming for way too long, it was time to live, to come back to me and to this new family who welcomed us with open arms. Somehow, Daniel’s brief words had a much stronger effect on me that I could ever imagine, he restored part of my hope. “Mal, we were worried about you,” Alma’s words took me by surprise and brought me back from my reverie. A gasp left my mouth as I turned to look at her green eyes. Marion was beside her on the sofa by the window, reading her favourite book “Her Demon Alpha Mate,” she couldn’t stop talking about the sucking snake poison scene. It sounded so good that I wanted to read it as well.