Mali J の小説・ストーリー

“To Head Alpha John Whitcombe, United States Council: I met Malika Luximon and her identical twin sister, Miora, in Mauritius during our vacation there. Teeven, who was the Alpha at the time, was very courteous and welcomed us with open arms to his territory. I would rather not go into the details of my meeting with Vincent Pierre as the night ended when I threatened to rip his throat out.

I am hungry too and if we are going to talk to them, I might as well eat too. “I am Malia.” The girl with the short blonde hair says. She is tall and willowy thin, with deeply tanned skin and purple eyes. She puts off a tough and in charge type of vibe. She is a bit dirtier than the others, making me think that she is a bit tomboyish and was willing to do most of the work while they were living in the woods. She gestures to the little girl beside her and says, “This little scrap of bee stingers and tree bark-”

Maliyla's POV Makatea, goddess, this place was incredible. From the food to the ocean, it was paradise. I thought I had seen everything until I stepped foot here. Words couldn't do justice to the beauty of this place. In a way, it was like entering a dream. This beach was filled with clear, warm, and inviting water. Trees, lush greenery, and white sand created a peaceful, inviting atmosphere. Hector and I spent the entire morning and afternoon on the beach. We spent the whole day swimming, sunbathing, and exploring the area. It wasn't until my stomach growled that Hector said we should head back.

Mali, I'm in a meeting So leave I can't just— Another photo. This one left absolutely nothing to imagination. Now, Micaiah Jesus Christ. I looked up at the table full of men discussing strategies and timelines, and realized I didn't give a shit about any of it right now. Daemon could wait. The plan could wait. Everything could wait. Because Mali was at home, in my bed, wearing barely anything and demanding my attention. And I was done pretending I had the willpower to resist. "Meeting adjourned.”

Blush fell on my face as I looked up to Aeron. "Sorry." He said and turned towards the two of them, "Maliya isn't used to having company." "Maliya?" Amanda said and smiled, "Well, that is completely different than Jane. I never heard of that name before." She said and thought for a moment. "Maliya is the goddess of death," Jack said and looked at his mate. Amanda looked shocked for a moment and then looked at me. "Oh." She said and looked at her mate. "Is that true?" I asked Aeron, and he nodded and looked down at me.

I grabbed his hands to stop him from pulling them down. ‘I just want to make you feel good, Malyshka... Let me’ he said pleadingly between kisses. I was torn. What did this gorgeous man want from me? I hardly knew anything about him. He was a solid 10 and I was a generous 5. I was very suspicious of his motives. ‘Relax, Malyshka’ he said soothingly. He looked up at my face and frowned ‘What happened?’ he asked, confused. He ran his finger against my cheek and planted a kiss on my nose.

Third Person POV: Just as everyone thought, Malachi woke up halfway through the flight just as pissed as when he was darted. After downing half a bottle of their expensive whiskey Malachi immediately ordered someone to load up the pack and vet team on one of the other jets and head for Serbia. He called in multiple favors he had racked up during his reign for help on this mission. Mikhail was a few steps ahead, calling some favors in himself. His buddies from Budapest, Hungary and Marseille, France were already in Serbia waiting for them to arrive. Soren had silenced Malachi's phone as another video was sent by the same unknown number. He didn't want to open it in the plane but he also knew

Malakai’s patrol consisted of twenty-nine elite soldiers in training, destined to serve as his personal guard when he ascends the throne. However, one crucial member was missing—an esteemed soldier vital to the entire Royal Kingdom’s guard, now loyally serving as one of Amani’s Betas. Malakai arrived with fifteen members of his patrol, while Amani’s manor featured twenty-three guest rooms and nineteen washrooms.

She placed a fully laden plate down in front of me and looked at the envelope and the tickets. “Who’s going to Mauritius?” I looked at Adara and smiled. “We are. It’s a gift from Malachi.” James reluctantly handed over the itinerary pages to Adara and gave Malachi a pouting look, which looked ridiculous on him. “Mauritius? I’ve always wanted to go there! I can’t believe this, Malachi! Thank you so much!” Adara was ecstatic and Malachi chuckled as she laughed and read every word on every page that James had handed her.

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.