Malenia Novels & Stories

She asked excitedly. "Yeah," I said. I opened my arms preparing for the attacking bear hug that was coming. Although Melissa is small, she isn't skinny nor fat, she is what you consider as thick. Her skin is tan, her hair is curly dark blond and is long-reaching her half her shoulders and finally her big brown eyes. She is gorgeous and a fun girl to hang out with; the bad part about her is she is kinda annoying when she wants to and a little bipolar; but hey, which girl doesn't have her annoying and bipolar personality traits.

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

Blue Maid He carried me and kept me in his car, the front seat. Then he went through the front and entered inside. He started the car and drove off in a fast speed I rested my head on the seat and looked through the window I remembered Adrian I miss him I miss my Adrian so much I just want to be in his arms again I wish I could give him a massage again But will he still love me after he finds out that I've been defiled. I closed my eyes at the thought of that

Melina is startled awake when the nightmare ends. She closes her eyes and tries to calm her racing heart. Melina just had the same nightmare again. It’s the same one she has been having for three weeks. Opening her eyes, she runs her hand through her hair and drops her legs to the side of the bed. Melina can’t believe she really thought if she left that house, the memories of what happened would vanish. She sighs and places her hands on her temple. These past three weeks have been hell. She even wishes she hadn’t come out of numbness.

A sharpened voice declared, coated with a hint of annoyance. Finally, a crack in her ever so bubbly personality. She couldn't hide all that crazy behind a cute smile today. If there was a thing such as laughing without making any sound, that was what went on in Maria's head. For some reason, her confidence toppled within a terse second.

Norah says excitedly. "Keep your voice down. You're going to get us fired," I scold. Everything about my job is pretentious. Its not everyday a mess like me gets to work at a place like this, and I have to work extra hard to be just as fake and uptight as everyone else. Norah doesn’t really try. She’s a little reckless, but in a childish and innocent way. I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble.

Melina My back hurts. Hell, my entire body hurts. The stone floor is hard, cold, and uncomfortable. All I do is sleep in the darkness or lay with my eyes open staring at nothing. Even exercise is no longer helping. The slow tendrils of insanity threaten me. I don’t know how much longer I can handle the boredom of living in the dark with limited mobility. Now I only want to scream. If I start, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.

"It's nothing. Be careful." "Erm... ok?" Melina was confused. ×. ×. × Melina scrolled through the comments under the trending post and her face turned pale in sadness. She didn't have a problem with the post talking about her fake marriage with Dominic. Their marriage might be legal but it is fake after all. But the comments... How can they all condemn her like that just because she's a nobody? They are all calling her names and commenting all sorts of rubbish without knowing who she truly is. That's unfair.

Stopping in her tracks, Mila froze. Nathan stopped to look at her expression. As he expected, Mila looked extremely unpleasant. "What's on your mind?" Nathan asked. Mila smiled bitterly. When she helped him walk toward the bed, she said lightly, "Nothing, I just think Fenna is really out of her mind." Nathan nodded as he agreed, "Yeah, she probably has paranoid personality disorder. Talking to her is useless because she lives in her own world. "She only follows her own thoughts and feelings. She's not being considerate."

I respond, my voice laden with the weight of reality. Delphina is a girl with an inferiority complex, often comparing herself to others and expressing a longing to be like them. She possesses a slender frame, a stark contrast to my curvy figure. Her thick, dark brown hair has a natural fuzziness, while mine cascades in wavy black locks like our mother’s. While Papa’s brown eyes grace Delphina’s face, I bear hazel eyes like our mother’s. Delphina perceives herself as unattractive, but in my eyes, she is truly beautiful with her braces, glasses, and frizzy hair. Adding to her insecurities, she grapples with acne.