Mala Novel Episode 2 Novels & Stories

Four in the corners of the room and one through the chasen's cyborg eye. Molly was just laying there looking no better than a corpse when suddenly something happened. Her eyes popped open and she did a flip-up and in one second flat, she stretched her hand to the chasen and punched her in the face; a punch that blew her brains out just like it did the other chasens. Down the chasen went and seeing the feed coming in from her eye going off and looking to the others, she saw Molly with her arm stretched out having just punched her.

”You’ll never make it back in time,” Genevieve was watching all her friends lay dead around her. ”You said forty-eight hours. Trust me, we’ll make it back.” I said and raised my head. ”Amber,” Malia's voice rang out as she took a step toward me. When she was about to take another, her father blocked her way and raised his hand. Malia's eyes glowed and her canines extended. She raised her hand, blocking her father's punch but instead her mother came up and shoved her into the brick wall. Malia fell down, she wasn't strong, she had been tortured and starved.

When I was getting punished, they didn’t even move an inch, but when it was Malia, they were crying for her. The movement on the stage caught my attention, and before I could comprehend what happened, Alpha Stone snapped Malia’s head and her body laid lifeless on the ground. I couldn’t help the scream that left my lips as black dots appeared in front of my eyes and I lost myself in darkness.

**** Makaila's POV I woke up to a very bad headache. I touched my head and felt something wet. I looked at my hand and saw blood. Another wave of pain hit me and I groaned. I looked around and saw I was in a very dark room but the ray of light from the very high window made me see. Suddenly everything started flashing back. Christian and Nigel yelling at each other, me running out, the black car parking, some men holding me and suddenly black out. It's so obvious now. I have being kidnapped and no doubt by my father. But who were the people helping him? My father has nothing and I doubt he can afford thugs and stuff. He must be working for someone really big.

Those two drivers stopped at the roadside amidst this huge wasteland, and let them out of the carriage to eat and go to the bathroom. While Mila was sitting on the ground, eating those moldy dry bread with the other girls, she saw that new girl crawling out of the carriage. As she landed her bare feet on this strange, desolate land, she looked around and checked. Mila saw tears and fear in her eyes, but that only lasted one second. She quickly closed her eyes and for/ced her tears back. And when she opened that pair of chestnut eyes again, there was nothing inside it. She then walked directly to them. That silver anklet burned her flesh repeatedly along with her movements. But she didn’t let

Chapter 29 Song: Pillow Talk by Zayn Malik …………………………………………………… Maya POV …………… My hands still held unto the front of Malcolm’s shirt and i made no move of pulling away. I was glad that he was here-and i hated myself for that. I should be a hunter who was not afraid of anything but with what had been happening- i really couldn’t be by myself and Malcolm was the only person who had no reason to kill me. “You were barely gone for twenty minutes-” he stated and i closed my eyes as what happened earlier crossed my mind. When i stepped out of Malcolm’s room, someone had been watching me- and even while i tried to calmly open my door- the hairs on my body reacted differently.

Understandably, Lemuel, Dolf, and Malia engaged in a spirited and animated conversation. When Alexander leaned down to kiss Jenny's hand, the trio turned to observe them entering the room, abruptly falling silent. Jenny approached Malia's bedside nervously while Alexander took a seat between Lemuel and Dolf, both wearing troubled expressions. Malia's delicate skin was covered in several bandages on her arms and legs, and while Jenny couldn't see any injuries beneath her clothing, she noted that a part of Malia's hair had been singed off in the fire. Malia's face bore a few scrapes, but thankfully, she had mostly escaped the incident unscathed. A small, one-inch scar marred the area just belo

Talia straightened, her expression unreadable but commanding, as if daring Malia to test her again. For a moment, Malia stood frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief as she rubbed her wrist where Talia had held her. The room seemed to grow heavy with tension as Malia struggled to regain her composure. She opened her mouth to retort, but before she could say anything, Marco, who had been watching silently, finally spoke up.

Malia—sweet, fiery Malia—had just floored the Lycan King. Asher blinked up at her from the ground, dazed. Jamie's jaw practically hit the floor. "What the..." Jamie muttered, his voice trailing off. Malia stood over Asher, her chest heaving, eyes burning with righteous fury. "Don't you ever lay a hand on Corey again," she warned, her voice low and dangerous. I blinked, still trying to process what had just happened. Was this real life? Then, as if the universe wasn’t already twisted enough, Malia turned to me, grabbed the front of my shirt, and kissed me.

"Maël!" "Let's go then!" My gasps mingled with his. I let myself go, never thinking it would be this good. I could feel... suddenly feel as if I were being abducted from paradise. He laughed like a murderer when he saw me trembling and quickly followed me, proving once again that my inventions have serious consequences. Propulsion. Poison. Elixir. Maël's elixir, the white part of his soul, the part that was no longer laughing, showed itself again, causing him to fall like a lump beside my body.