Mala Novel By Nimra Ahmed Novels & Stories

Arjun tried to clear my muddled brain. I was playing with Kavya in her room when Mala entered. Today I was taking her out on a date. She was wearing a pale green one-shoulder gown that was fitted at the waist and flared down. The bodice had pearl embellishments and a pearl belt on the waist. There was a long slit at the side. She was wearing a pearl necklace paired with long single-layer pearl earrings. She was looking beautiful. " Jai, I am ready. You have not changed till now." Mala sat at the edge of the bed.

Rim thought to herself. But Malik on the other hand was finding it difficult to breath. He swallowed hard his saliva from time to time. Rim's skin very bright and soft. Not even a single scar on her body. And when he poured water on her, Rim hissed a sound that was about to drive him crazy. Malik took long time to run water on her. In fact he was enjoying doing it.His eyes could study every part of her that was in his view.He wondered since when did he became such a pervert. To the extent of drooling over his maid. If it was not grandma standing at the entrance, only the heavens knows how long he would have finished.Or what will he have done.

Cord had looked Dayen in the eye when he had pronounced the virgin to be given: Mala. Mala was outclan and different from the blonde men and women of High Stag. Her hair was reddish brown and wavy where theirs was straight, she was tall where the women of High Stag were petite. And she had no father or brothers to deny the chiefs, having been raised as a ward of the shaman school after her mother, a refugee from Great Bull, had taken fever when she was ten summers old. Over the last eight summers, she had grown to womanly curves, and the sight of her body made Dayen want her with the deep need of new manhood even now when he was ten summers beyond it. It was probably that, more than the need

I heard her sobbing and pulled her closer to me, unable to verbally comfort her lest my own feelings betrayed me. Author's note Only one more chapter to go unfortunately. I hope you have enjoyed the book thus far, I would really appreciate ratings, comments and likes for this book if you've enjoyed it! You can follow me on instagram for updates on my next book - a sequel to Malyshka. xx_jennlois_xx

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...

"Be a good little girl and let my wolf have my way with your skin just this once under the moon. Please my body, and my hand will make sure Silvermoon Alpha Holdings has my full financial support in the territory. Jackson? That guy is all empty show and absolutely no real alpha substance. Stick with his name, and his boots will drag your body and your entire pack dominion straight into the muddy ground!" Overwhelmed with pure warrior anger and deep disgust, Malia does not hesitate for a single second and delivers a super sharp, heavy kick with the pointed toe of her high shoe, landing squarely right in Nelson’s groin. Nelson howled in massive pain, clutching his lower body tightly with his c

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 away due to an unpleasant event where both of her daughters were brutally raped by a couple of unknown men, which attacked them. Malica is a saddest who makes a living out of young girls, forcing them to sell their bodies to men. She believes it is a way of life as she was one in the business. “He wants Alora!.” Malica finally said.

“I’m Ember of the Timber Coven. I’m here to speak with High Priestess Malaia,'' I told him. “Did she know you were coming?” he asked. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “Alright. Wait here,” he said politely. I nodded my head and stayed seated on my horse while he wrote a letter and sent it by currier spell to Malaia. We waited for a few minutes in comfortable silence before the paper came back to him. He grabbed it out of the air and read it, then motioned for the gates to be opened. We rode into the small village and dismounted right as the stable hands ran up to us. I handed my reins over to one of the young boys and started to step away from my horse when I looked up to see Malaia walking to

The young maid spread out her hands just as Grimshaw’s men arrived. Shame, Mara thought her boys would have held out and would have given Grimshaw a run for his life. “Stop it,” Malia said, yelling at the old wolf, who simply slapped her aside before Mara could reach for her and see if she was alright; he grabbed her by the neck, staring into her eyes. Mara reminded herself to focus on charming him, but then he smiled.