Novel & Cerita Malenia X Miquella

She said. Mridula!!! Oh so she was Mridula!!! "But how? She bumped into me. I didn't!" I said. "Yuvi! What did you think of her? An Owl?!🦉That she'll be able to see in dark?!" She asked sarcastically. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and asked,"What are you saying?"

‘She’s been dealing with this for Goddess knows how long. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” A voice that was as beautiful as it was cold and cruel sang from a few feet away. Mykelle, the Untouchable who hung off of Hael’s arm like his trophy girlfriend, sauntered my way. There wasn’t a single head, male or female, who didn’t turn her way. She was a work of art, a muse for the greatest of painters, and a vision that every she-wolf here aspired to be. Her hair was wild with volume yet tame enough to make out each individual curl on her head, and the direction it spiraled. I had yet to meet her mother, the woman marrying Alpha Xavier, but I could already tell what features Mykelle had inh

Maica Delmundo is a famous model, known for her long, slender legs and flawless skin. With her wavy, waist-length hair, sharp nose, naturally rosy lips, and an oval-shaped face, she possesses a striking beauty that captivates many. Her fair complexion, almost as if she were carved from ivory, and her perfectly sculpted hourglass figure make her irresistible. It’s no surprise that countless people admire her—even some of the most famous celebrities look up to her.

Mia “Let me get this straight. You’ll give me five thousand dollars to pose for some pictures and all because you like my wavy hair and weird eyes?” Mia asked the two hot guys in front of her. “No,” one of them said. “Not weird eyes. Lovely. I can’t even tell what color they are.” “They’re gray and not that enchanting.” “They’re not just gray,” he countered. “There’s some gold and a few hints of blue.” Oh brother. Where is this going?

"Alright, now spin around." "Yes, madam director," Malena joked, slowly turning to give us all a chance to look at her legs and pert little ass clad in the skin-tight white fabric. Malena was a smaller girl than Alanna, her athleticism more graceful instead of powerful; if she wasn't training for their Rugby team, Malena was doing yoga or tai chi in our little backyard. Her body was bikini-ready, with slim hips and sleek legs that met in a small but what I considered fantastic ass - the yoga pants she was wearing showing off the diamond gap below her crotch and between her thighs.

I stare into space while continuing to recall those hypnotizing gaze luring my soul in the dark pit of his irises. "Leaxandra!" Quinn shakes me hard enough to snap me out of my trance. Huh? "Look at me." He orders firmly, holding my face to him. His aqua gaze held me captive this time as his eyes searches mine. Through the clear waters of his orbs, I was able to see the reflection of mine, but it scared me most when instead of my normal amber eyes, I caught hint of two pairs of glowing scarlet red eyes.

"Yes, what about that? "Monalisa is the heiress of McCullin Winery and McCullin is her father. She ain't cheap, unlike you... Cynthia who? No title, no reputation.... nothing but empty, filthy trash. I'm glad I didn't end up with someone who has no identity " Jayden said, with a smirk. "What? She's...? It doesn't matter. I just don't want you two together. I had pulled a perfect plan to get her out of your life, our lives forever...but you took the hit instead and that sent me into hiding "

But nothing happens. “Who are you?” I ask, frowning. “It’s me, Malia,” the voice says behind me, and I turn, only to find a woman standing there. She is beautiful. Thin face, full lips, small nose, and slightly slanted eyes. Her skin is pale, her eyes dark, and her black hair provides a striking contrast. She wears a white dress that fits perfectly to her curves. Her hair falls over her like a tunic. The thin strap, seeming to be made of gemstones, extends along her arm, creating a braid. She is beautiful, I can’t stop repeating.

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."

“No, not exactly.” “Like hell we are!” Malika spat, and for a quick moment, her temper reminded me of the brat at home. Despite this, or maybe because of this, I took a second to listen. Watching with interest as the girl described their status as rouges, and of Miqella’s deal. Silence followed after, and her father seemed to struggle to keep up with the conversation.