Malenia Novels & Stories

She just left and never say a word about why she cheated. "Oh! You hate attention and Celine was perfect. She's pretty lowkey so you don't need to worry about having people's attention towards you." "You're saying that Celine is average?" I looked at him flatly. "Have you seen Ivory? She's drop dead gorgeous! I swear she's so beautiful if you see her in real life." Jack said as he's daydreaming. "Focus!" I clapped my hands in front of him. "I mean you're right.." I said as I took a sip of my wine.

There was no pain in her body, but where the bandage was, there was such pain in her skin as if her skin was being pushed down with a needle so damn ruthlessly. Her skin once again twinged when she moved her left hand. Tears were continuously falling from her eyes in utter agony. She wasn't being tortured physically but her mental condition was also the same. Some of Sanam's actions had spoiled Heer's mind. Now maybe if she had stayed here even for a moment, she would have gone completely insane. He knows how to play with the mind. He is overdrive and sharp. "So you're up, babe…" she heard his casually calm voice from behind. She snapped her head towards him. He was standing near the door, h

Melinda was silent, sulkingly silent. "Lu..What's the real colour of my hair?" Melinda asked, after she had been thoroughly waxed, soaked in milk, bathed with lemons and rose petals. She was seated now as Lucrecia styled her hair. "Ha.. it's a rare breed." "Is it actually white?" Melinda asked. "It's a mixture of blonde and white. It's a pretty hair you have here my dear, even though it's strange. Normally, I would have given it another specific tone but it's okay the way it is. It makes you special."

She said with a firm look. Liam looked at her for a few seconds before nodding. He took two pillows and a blanket and went over to the couch. What? It’s a big couch. He would be more than comfortable there. Feeling content with the turnout, Emilia went to bed to get some sleep. She couldn’t. She tossed and turned for hours but still found no sleep. She was diagnosed with insomnia four years ago and could only sleep after having a glass of wine but she couldn’t do that here. She didn’t even know where their wine bar was located.

She's a narcissist. "Of course not, mother. Why would I cry because of such a silly thing, in which I'll have anyway?" I asked, smiling at her. Ophelia Maine was just a child that yearned for affection and attention due to her parent's neglect. The very moment she became the queen of the stage, all her dreams came through like a fairy tale. So I guess, it's pretty normal why she became like that.

LEILANI "Why are the both of you looking that way?" Malcolm and I asked simultaneously. Melinda looked like someone that was chased by a bulldog. Her hair is so messy, that I feared there might be a probability that Sienna came back with the wrong Melinda, but then looking at Sienna I'm speechless. If Melinda's look right now is bad, Sienna's is worse. Hair scattered like a madman had pulled it, one of her footwear was missing while she held the other grinning sheepishly with her hand around Melinda's shoulder. I gaze at Melinda again, I couldn't look away, I hadn't noticed that she wasn't wearing any footwear the first time I looked at her. Still frozen at a spot, I watched as Malcolm raced

Malicia's smile faltered, her lips trembling as she struggled to maintain her composure. Her eyes darted nervously, as if searching for an escape, a refuge from the truth that Lylah demanded. "And is Victoria your stepsister?" Lylah pressed on, the words hanging in the air like a challenge. The silence was oppressive, heavy with unspoken secrets and hidden truths. Malicia's expression transformed, her eyes clouding over like a stormy sky. Her face paled, her skin drained of its warmth.

Elysia let out a sigh, burying her face in her palm for a second before raising her head to the boy whose lips remained broad due to the way he was smiling. “Did she give any sign?” Damon took his spoon out of the food, placing it in his mouth for a brief moment. “I mean, did she state what the symptoms are?” “Yes sir,” Malia slightly lowered her gaze, inserting her hand into the pocket in her jeans. “She mentioned that he's no longer sharp in class like he was, and not just that,” she paused, turning the paper to the back. “She also mentioned that he has been sleeping a lot, and he's got dark circles around his eyes, meaning that he might not be sleeping well.”

No doubt, years of leading the unleadable had gained him that skill. Minus, on the other hand, was more like a dormant volcano that was waking up after a long sleep. He seemed calm on the outside, but I could sense a lake of molten anger bubbling deep inside him. Some of that anger began to flow out as Minus challenged my uncle and seeing the look on his face brought back a flood of memories. His beautiful features, forming into a Viking-like scowl. His fists, balled up at his sides, caused his biceps to swell. As hurt and confused as I was, I could not stop myself from feeling an instant, and overwhelming attraction to him. I had to force myself to look away.

Melaina is a lover of wine. Melaina shakes her head to his offer. “Who is she?” Comes her straightforward question instead. Orion waves his now refilled glass in the air dismissively. “A temporary distraction.” Melaina thins her lips, processing the information. “He says you brought a kid with you.” Melaina lets out a small breath before she makes her way to the double settee. She meticulously places her purse beside her and reclines into the black plush leather furniture. “I had to come prepared. You know he wouldn't give me face.” Her voice is casual. No emotion. No trace of the pain and pity in them when she first presented the child and his situation to Anders.