Malenia Novels & Stories

She stood motionless, like a statue carved from melancholy, shrouded in an aura of heavy mystery. Salma was a woman in her mid-thirties, bearing a quiet beauty buried beneath weariness, as if time had stolen her youth too soon. Her wide, dark eyes were filled with relentless anxiety, the gaze of someone haunted by the dangers lurking around every corner. Her long, black hair fell loosely over her shoulders like a veil concealing unspoken secrets. Even her rare smile, when it appeared, only deepened the unease of those who saw her. In her presence, Malik and Dima felt a crushing weight on their chests—a cold sensation, as if they were standing before a spirit trapped between the living and th

Unable to endure being trapped behind the high walls of Aidan's apartment any longer, Malikha demanded her freedom once again. However, Aidan's extreme possessiveness completely clouded his logic. The suffocating fear of losing Malikha was the very thing driving her away. To make matters worse, Malikha had grown visibly thinner over the past few days. Her depression worsened, leaving her entirely broken by the captivity Aidan imposed on her. Her appetite had plummeted, and she would dry heave or vomit for no apparent reason.

Their minds were focused only on the future, on their cherished dreams and the happy life they hoped to build together. I want to tell you more about Melano now, just when she had finally managed to put her life in order. I say “put her life in order” because, although everything looked perfect from the outside, her career, financial situation, and reputation, inside, she was a woman troubled by many insecurities and anxiety disorders.

As she bowed down and apologized, I noticed she’s nervous. “Is something the matter, Mirela?” I questioned. “Y-Your Majesty... hmm... Amilia... S-she” stuttered Mirela. “She’s what, Mirela!” I snap. “We need to put Princess Amilia in a coma,” Mirela said, looking at the floor. “In what?” asked Count Vlad. “H-her powers are eating her vitality, and they need to get into control.” Mirela explained, “I’m worried this time; not even King Vladimir or the Count can help.”

“Mazelina is the Legend of the White Wolf and has infinite abilities.” I stand and pace the room. “Why did she never tell me?” I mutter to myself; Landon attempts to answer but I stop him with a glare. I know why she didn’t tell me. I’m more pissed that it’s Landon telling me and not Mazy herself. “What are her abilities?”

A woman living in sorrow, guilt, sadness, and pain. A woman who chooses others rather than herself. A woman whom they call brave and outrageous. A woman of hope, as what they say, but what they don’t know is, she is hopeless. Drowning in her misery. *** “Should I choose you over her then?” he asked me. “No Drake. The question should be, ‘Should I choose ME… over you?” “What—“ “That’s the right question, Drake. That’s the perfect question.”

Far from it. “You should be out soon,” Etta says excitedly to Amilia, as she shows off her brand, that has faded to the point it almost no longer exists. Melena stares at it, a distasteful expression on her face. Her brand is lined red from a recent dose of medication she reacted to. She’s been grouchy and irritated since it began. She’s barely spoken, but she likes to pretend I don’t exist most of the time. I don’t hold it against her though. I would be the same if Time branded me like he did to her.

I secretly swallowed because of the view. They were still shouting. I breathed deeply before starting to shake my body. "Shit! We missed you, Magda!!!" "You're mine now! I'll pay a lot!" "My f*cking hormones, sh*t! Shake it off Magda!" I could see in their eyes the admiration for my inherent beauty and charm. I felt like I'm a famous television actress that everyone is obsessed with, like pizza that will never be rejected when laid on the table, like wine and beers that can almost replace the water if swallowed, like a bad drug that when once you use, you will never stop using it and like a potion that once you have been subjected under its magic, you will never be able to escape anymore.

Few minutes after Ariya left the room the maid walked out of the room leaving Zendaya alone all by herself ,the maid looked like a moving dead body ,her eyes were almost bugging out of their sockets ,her movement was slow and staggering , everything about her seemed very odd and strange ,she was probably hypnotized by evil energy but nobody can actually say exactly what is wrong with her ,she moved haggardly our of the space ,as soon as the maid disappeared into thin air Melina appeared from the other end of the hallway chuckling proudly ,with satisfaction written all over her face she made her way to the door without waiting for anyone to open she used her powers to slam the door open noise

The Evil Spawn took his spot, a shelf between them. She pretended she didn't hear him and slid the book on the shelf to cover his spy-hole. Selena: Grr. Cynthia: What’s wrong? Selena: There’s an imbecile fag lurking around. Cynthia: Haha! Your stealth skills are devolving. Selena: He’s mental. “Imbecile fag?” Aguila’s voice again, higher on the shelf this time. “Your vocabulary’s rather vast.” She ignored him. “Are you mute?” he asked. “Or are you deaf?”