Malibu Rising Characters Novels & Stories

“Move your tail, little bird! This is the Beta's office, not a mating run. Though, Malakai, the rustic look suits you.” “Appreciated,” Malakai rumbled, his jaw tightening. “It wasn't praise, darling,” Zuberi shot back, turning to me with a brilliant, predatory smile. He shoved Corwin aside and wrapped his arm firmly around mine, his scent of sweet musk and copper instantly washing over me. “Johnson! What a wonderful surprise! Malakai, this is Johnson Whitmoor. He’s the new blood in the Quarter, and my absolute favorite creature. Isn't that right, handsome?”

as she waved her hand to indicate a comfortable sofa where I could sit and wait for my meeting As I settled down on the sofa, I couldn't help but glance over at the woman at the reception. Curious, I decided to use the AI lens feature. I focused my attention on her and thought the name I had in mind. To my surprise, the name "Angelina" appeared, floating in the air just above her head. It was fascinating! Then, I looked for more information and saw another number—the total assets—floating above her, showing "$120,000." I was amazed at what I could see with this technology!

My life is like a soap opera minus the dramatic music. A red handbag lands on the table in a thud and I look up quizzically to see Madison. The witch of North Haven High aka Malibu barbie, the infamous she-beast that preyed on the silent that didn't have the guts to stand up for themselves. She made me sick. She and her flying monkeys that stood loyally behind her dressed in pink. She clears her throat and looks at Ri who looks as if he is trying to disappear into the booth seat. Am I missing something here? I take a sip of my water trying to ignore her presence.

Thankfully the whiskey was starting to kick in, helping me spit out my next words. “She is not just a Peacemaker. She’s Willa Coraline Alfiero, granddaughter of our main enemy, Greggory Alfiero. She is also the second-in-command of the Peacemakers.” Maliya whistled lowly. “Wow. Your beloved moon goddess must hate you.” “Really helpful, Maliya,” Zuleika chastised with a stern glare. Maliya only shrugged, not at all apologetic or sheepish. “If it’s any consolation, you are free to have a chosen mate, Gallahan. You are not duty-bound to be with her just because she is your fated mate.”

I just didn’t know how accurate his tale would be. Sadie and I took a cab, and paid him enough for him to drive slowly. “Can I ask you a favor?” I asked, after we’d been riding for quite a while. “What is it?” “There’s a maid called Malia. She can’t quit working for us, but John assaults her in a wicked and unfair manner. Is there anything you think we can do to help her?” I asked, and she cocked her head to the side.

"It is the utmost honor to have you grace this year's gala with your esteemed presence. I am Rebecca, and I would be delighted to..." "Excuse me," Malakai interrupted, swiftly sidestepping her and continuing his search. Rebecca, undeterred by his apparent impatience, fell into step beside Malakai and Steph, her voice ringing out with excitement as she announced the names of each passing contestant. Finally, guided by Amani's enchanting scent, Malakai found her. She stood with her back turned, engaged in a spirited conversation about her art with a group of admirers. Beside her, a man stood, his possessive hand resting on the small of Amani's back. A surge of primal rage coursed through Malak

Dimitri then disappears leaving just grandma Calista and uncle Gabriel. “Maliyah will you take your cousin, Braydon. He’s getting upset,” asks grandma Calista. Maliyah walks over to Braydon and holds him which immediately calms him down. Grandma Calista has the twins which means neither of them can stop me at the moment. I walk up to uncle Gabriel. “What is it my dear,” he asks. “I’m sorry uncle Gabriel.” He looks at me confused as I pull the powder out and blow it in his face. He stumbles backwards and falls to the ground.

If there's anyone on my list to be kidnapped, it will surely be my sister, Iris, who is insisting on making the worst decisions a person could ever consider making in life. “Yeah!Aaliyah, you're a natural! I knew I was going to love you, and I'd surely tell Iris that I met you today.” Malcolm says, smiling oddly as they begin to walk towards the main door. “Speaking of Iris. I would like this to be kept from her. You know, Iris might just feel I'm being too involved in matters that concern her. You know that's because of the already given tasks that she's given to me, which I've been struggling to complete anyway.” I say, shaking my head like I have a lot going on and I need saving.

No wonder he met Malia in the CEO’s office. No wonder she gave off a rich woman vibe. Malia smiled, as she watched Hailey receiving praises from people. Scott walked over to her and held her hand. Malia removed her hand from his and smiled awkwardly. “Good people deserve great things, don't they? “Yes,” Scott replied. “You must love her so much.” “Yes I do,” Malia replied. “ She is so selfless, and talented. She got so unlucky to cross paths with a devil like the Mafia don.”

Four Talia rushed into the company, her eyes darting to her wristwatch. “Almost five minutes left!” she muttered under her breath, heart racing. *My attendance bonus is really at stake.* She quickly swiped her work card at the entrance, ready to dash to her office, but Malia, her stepsister, suddenly appeared, blocking her path. Talia groaned inwardly, rolling her eyes. “Move, Malia. I don’t have time for this.” Malia folded her arms, a smug grin plastered on her face. "Oh, isn’t this Mrs. Donovan? Still worried about your little salary? Or should I say… attendance bonus?” Her laughter dripped with sarcasm.