Malcolm Ariana Novels & Stories

“I was thinking I could pass the burgers out if that’s okay. If not, we can leave them here and let people help themselves. Liam said he was starving, so.” “Yeah, their lunch wasn’t exactly a nice one. Just a few cucumber sandwiches from hours ago.” Malik admits. “Well, there’s no harm in trying. I’m pretty sure we’d be doing them a favor by delivering them some better shit. How ‘bout you take the bags and go on? I’ll be right behind you with the drinks.” Of all the features Ariana appreciated best about Malik, his calm assertiveness takes the cake. Not once had he ever called her out for her strange antics during their encounters. In fact, he was probably one of the very few people who like

I said as Stefano scrambled onto Max’s back as he spun, “Although at least if we have to go to the ER, I might get to see Milly. I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Now twenty-seven, Milly had fine-tuned her powers and was the best Doctor we had. She could heal any wound without breaking a sweat. We’d hardly lost any soldiers to injuries in years. “She is continually working,” Max said, “The woman never rests.” “Well, tell her the Luna has ordered her to take a day off soon and meet me for a coffee. I miss her.” “Will do,” he said as Madeleine joined the ‘climb Maxy’ game.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Then a voice boomed over the speakers. "Maliya Santos." No. My blood turned to ice. I knew that voice. "Maliya, I know you're here. We need to talk." I spun toward the stage. Micaiah stood there, microphone in hand, scanning the crowd like he owned the place. His eyes were dark. Dangerous. The look of a man who'd run out of patience. People around me started whispering. Looking around. Trying to figure out who he was talking about. "Are you Maliya?" someone asked me.

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur

“Micah, I’m sorry but I’m never going back, and I’ll never become King. I’m now the President of the Wolf’s fang MC, and I’ll be staying there.” I can tell he was not too happy to hear me say that but it’s the truth. Just as I went to tell him that everything is going to be alright now because I was never going to let him go back to that bastard, I hear a movement behind us and knew Ariana is awake. (Ariana POV)

On the left hand side sat a woman in her 30s, she was dressed in a black and white one piece suit combo, her heels were not seen due to the table, her hair was platinum blonde, while her skin was light she coated her lips with red matte lipstick, and a frown on her face, She was Miranda Smart, the woman in charge of Marketing at Black Entertainment. To Miranda's left was the Manager in charge of Black Entertainment, Justin Arnell, the no 2 man after Mr Black who sat at the right of the head of the table. At his left were DD, Doris Denver and Fredrick Onair, they were mainly in charge of production. They were all very intimidating and looked the part with their stern looks, and were certainl

He said smiling politely. "I'm good with that. I'm De'Andrae Major which I think you already know" I said to him chuckling. He pressed his lips together smiling. "Yeah I already know that. So do you mind taking your shirt off?" He asked placing the clipboard down. "My daddy's got a cut" Malaya said to him as I unbuttoned my shirt exposing the bullet wound I got 3 weeks ago. "Have you been taking care of daddy?" He asked her ads he put on some gloves.

Daniel remained silent. Malcolm walked away from the damaged vehicle slowly before stopping near another black car parked nearby. “You know why weak people irritate me?” he asked without looking back at Daniel. “Because life does not pause simply because somebody is suffering somewhere.” Daniel listened quietly. “My wife is missing,” Malcolm continued coldly. “The media must not get hold of what is happening." His grip tightened slightly around the glass. “Yet I still wake up every morning handling everything because weakness solves absolutely nothing.”

“Then make that planet yours. Stage two isn’t just about exposing them, Ariana. It’s about proving you belong in this game and finding justice for Christina’s murder.” Ariana stared at her reflection in the mirror flushed cheeks, messy hair, eyes still filled with uncertainty. Slowly, her lips curved into a determined smile. “Fine,” she whispered, more to herself than anyone. “Maldives, lake house, secrets. We can do this. But at least escort me to my apartment after class?” Amelia slung her bag over her shoulder. “Sorry, babes. Can’t today. I have somewhere to be in fifteen minutes.” Ariana sighed but hugged her tightly. “Okay, baby girl. Just… take care of yourself, alright?”