Maldita Vida Novels & Stories

"Oh right! Malia? I'd love to meet her one day... she sounds lovely." "She'd like you, you're not like the girls in the bar and Malia isn't very fond of them. She thinks they could do so much more with their lives and it upsets her when they bring such toxicity into the club. Malia is way too loving for her own good and it pisses me off when they upset her." Scar spoke as they leaned against the wall of the bar, he held a cigarette in his hand and sucked on it unevenly.

Chapter 45 Emelda Roxanne Maldov, also known as the ‘spider’. She went by many names, feared by many people, and was mostly known to be the eldest daughter of the Maldov family. The underworld thought she was dead, according to sources she was part of a plane crash on the way to Tuscany. They celebrated her death all over. She was a ruthless and evil being known for torturing innocent women and their children, Alex was the happiest of all as she was a big hurdle in getting to the position as top boss of the Maldov empire.

Amelia and Marcos said in unison. “It’s a pleasure to have you here, Mrs. Valladolid.” Marcos extended his welcome to the woman who had sent him to hell. All Valeria could see in front of her was the vivid image of Marcos Muriel. She opened her eyes again. “It can’t be true!” Valeria shouted, throwing away the things in her desk. “It can’t be true! It’s not possible! You’re dead! You’re dead, damn it! You’re dead, Marcos Montiel!”

A mistake is not the end of the world. "Gli errori costano vite, e il suo costerà entrambi i vostri." Mistakes cost lives, and hers will cost both of yours, he tells me before pulling the trigger, hitting my mother with one single bullet to the back of her skull. I jump, lurching forward only a few inches as her body registers pain in her facial features.

Their souls seemed to transcend every barrier, reaching the she-wolf they She smiled faintly at them. This was something they would never possess. They held absolute power in their hands and lived in the lap of luxury, yet they could never again touch that warmth they once knew. Remorse would haunt them for the rest of their lives, plunging them into daily cycles of agony and relentless torment. They would never find happiness again. They had lost their love. They had lost Serena. For all the days of their lives, they would never again know a single moment of joy.

Life for me. ***

Chris knew he had her then. "Let me put it this way," she said sweetly. Even though Chris had never met her, he could almost picture the sadistic grin on her face, and he knew instinctively that she was anything but sweet. Sour? Bitter? Acrid? Those sounded more like her. "My life has been screwed from the moment I came into this world," she said. "Over and over again. By Adnan's parents. I've been dealt a shitty hand by the world ever since. Consider this a payback for what they put me through."

"Wake up, Matteo! That bitch already died of cancer! She's been cremated to ashes!" Lucia screamed, her voice shrill, "Is some slum trash really worth torturing yourself like this? She was a burden when she was alive, and she's still being a nuisance even after she's dead!" Her anger grew as she spoke. She bent down to grab photos and began tearing them frantically. "You want to keep looking at her? You want to keep thinking about her? Well, I'm destroying them! These photos are cursed anyway!" "Stop!" Matteo, who had been silent as a corpse, finally reacted. "What did you just say?"

Hay más de un millón de amores that they want to conquer you Que te quieren conquistar Let him go out of your life Deja que se vaya de tu vida That the wounds that this time did you harm and what harm are closed Que se cierren las heridas que esta vez te hicieron mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let it be apart of your story Deja que se aparte de tu historia A stain on your memory of a love that hurt you and how bad Una mancha en tu memoria de un amor que te hizo mal y que mal bad and bad Mal y que mal Bad and bad, he didn't learn to love you, no Mal y que mal no aprendió a quererte no If I risk losing you and you will see Se a arriesgo a perderte y vas a ver What's going to be wr

The letters, which had been soaked white by the water and had blurry edges, were like a red-hot branding iron, searing through Timothy's pupils. 'Dead? Leah's... dead? Impossible! She's just throwing a tantrum. She just ran away with another wolf. How could she possibly die?' Timothy wondered. "Nonsense!" Timothy forcefully threw the photo away, ignoring the pain in his chest and struggling to sit up. "She can't be dead! You guys must be mistaken!" "Mistaken?" Chad scoffed. "Timothy, are you still deceiving yourself? Didn't you confidently claim earlier that she betrayed her mate and ran off with another werewolf? Then why was she dismembered and left to die in the icy river? Tell me!"