Mala Novel Episode 5 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ansel said in a hushed tone. "Ah, ain't that sweet? Well, I've wasted enough time, so come on, sweethearts. It's time to go to your new home," Malachi stepped forward and tried to grab Elisa. Ansel moved swiftly and lunged at Malachi. Elisa screamed and gripped Audre tighter against her chest and watched the fight go down. ***

Aeron's POV Rose only looked at me as I watched my mate walk towards her seat. My fist was clenched, and I knew Rose was the explosive type. And as she kicked the stick up, I couldn't find the air to yell at Maliya. My body was moving as I watched her yank the cane back. Then she swung the cane, aiming right at Maliya’s stomach. I could hear the impact, I could feel the pain in the bond as Maliya’s body smacked against the side of the restaurant. The siding of the restaurant was broken by the force. And on the ground was Maliya’s limp body. "Get her!" I commanded and watched as my three warriors rushed to restrain Rose.

Malica sat for a while thinking of what to do, while Gideon stood beside her. “You people are monsters!!!. I am just a kid!!, don’t do this to me!!. Please!.” A girl yelled as she was grabbed into a room with a man laying on the bed waiting for her. “Let me go, you bastard!!.” “Would that brat short up!!. I am thinking over here!.” Malica yelled and began to bang the table. Gideon didn’t utter a word, he stood still without saying a word or moving. ^^^ Aloras POV

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.

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.

The revelation struck me with a renewed determination to seek justice for my mother and ensure Malia faced the consequences of her heinous actions. Malia stood frozen, her eyes widening in realization as the weight of her words settled upon her. Her mask of superiority crumbled, revealing the darkness that lay beneath. The lycan king, my father, stared at her with a mix of disbelief and anguish, his hands trembling with a range of emotions.

She was that one friend who stood by me when everyone else seemed to neglect my presence. "Morning, Malia," I replied, mirroring her warm smile. "Have you heard the latest news?" she asked as I shrugged, picking up the mop to start my daily chores. "What news, Malia?" I inquired, rolling my eyes playfully, eager to hear the gossip she was about to share. "Did you know one of the young masters left because his mate was wolfless!" Malia shouted, her excitement evident as she passed along the intriguing piece of information.

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

The girl glanced at Vivian but uttered only a single word, barely above a whisper, "Malia." "Malia," Vivian repeated softly, acknowledging her response. "That's a beautiful name. Now, Malia, where can I take you? Your home address or perhaps a friend's address?" Vivian continued, attempting to gather more information. However, instead of responding, Malia's face contorted with anguish, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

In an instant, all the beautiful memories we shared with Serena flashed in my mind, deepening my sorrow. Finally, I tried to gather my courage. Without thinking further, I stepped toward Malisa. “Malisa!” I shouted, hoping my voice could reach her wounded heart. In this chaotic state, I knew we had to support each other. We couldn’t let this sadness overcome us. We had to find out what really happened and pay our final respects to Serena. The ambulance began to drive away, leaving Malisa still sobbing in her spot. The atmosphere around us felt heavier; Lina and I could only stand still, trapped in anxiety and confusion. Suddenly, Malisa turned toward us, and I felt the tension rise.