Malyshka Meaning Novels & Stories

The girl glanced at Vivian but uttered only a single word, barely above a whisper, "Malia." "Malia," Vivian repeated softly, acknowledging her response. "That's a beautiful name. Now, Malia, where can I take you? Your home address or perhaps a friend's address?" Vivian continued, attempting to gather more information. However, instead of responding, Malia's face contorted with anguish, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

I grabbed it and read or rather saw ‘ты такая красивая женщина!’ I look up at him with an arched eyebrow. I copied the text into google translate and melted at the translation. ‘You are such a beautiful woman’ it says. I smiled up at him. ‘How do you spell malyshka?’ I asked. I typed it into the translator and saw that it meant ‘baby’. ‘You’ve been calling me baby since the first day we met?’ I ask him incredulously. He simply nodded grinning. ‘That’s a little bold’

I was already wearing my suit’s shirt, and pants, my jacket and tie were left on the couch as I fixed my sleeves. “Can I ask a question?” She asked avoiding my eyes, her cheeks reddening. “You know that you don’t need to ask the same question whenever you have one, right?” I teased. Natalia smiled, shaking her head at me “tell me, sweetie?” “What does malyshka mean?” She asked shyly “you kept calling me that, but I don’t really know what it means” I smiled and walked toward her, cupping her cheeks “it means baby girl in Russian, little wolf”

“I won’t be able to help you if you don’t tell me, malyshka.” “What does that even mean? Malyshka?” “It means baby girl.” He said, making my cheeks redden. “And do not run away from the topic.” “I was told that I shouldn’t upset you, and truth be told, even if I do tell you, you won’t be able to help.” I said, and he frowned. “I asked, and nothing that you can tell me to help ease your pain would upset me, Liana.” He said, running his finger over my cheek. “And you can’t be sure of an answer unless you try for help.”

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.

The firewood glowed as he shoved a few more into it. “How may I help you, Mishklyi?” The man asked her and then turned to Rick. “I thought I'll never see you again, Rolo” Carly pursed her lips. The man was beyond strange. First, he called her a Mishlik or whatever and then he got Rick's name wrong? Should this man be allowed to treat people? As if sensing her thoughts, the man smiled and said, “Pet names, dear child. I am old, and I understand our moon terms better than the general language. Mishklyi means the chosen one”!

he says. "And?" "We still have our work cut out for us," Sage says. "Maybe we can continue this tomorrow. I can't feel my muscles anymore,"Malisha says. "We could do that, but we don't always fight in pleasurable conditions, and you have to know that," he tells her. Malisha rolls her eyes at him. "I am a twenty-three year old hybrid. Daughter to a queen witch and an alpha. Of course I know that." "Smart ass," Sage murmurs.

Rage bubbled under his skin, but it wasn’t just fury. There was a void. A dull warning inside his chest. Something out of place. The Lycan was growling, impatient, hungry, unbearably restless. “She… She’s running away.” The voice exploded in his mind, icy and guttural. “Our… Malyshka (little one). She’s trying to leave us. As if she could. As if we were going to let her!” For a moment, the world stopped. Blood froze in his veins. “No.” He murmured, his voice taken by an almost murderous shadow.

she said, her voice gruff, defensive. "Mwajuma," Malkia repeated, testing the name on her tongue. "A strong name. A heavy name. It belongs to a woman who has carried too much." Malkia reached out. She didn't ask for permission, but her movement was so slow, so telegraphed, that it didn't trigger Mwajuma’s combat reflexes. Malkia’s soft, warm hand gently covered Mwajuma’s massive, bruised knuckles.

* "I don't understand. Is everything alright?" *A low, dark chuckle rumbles from his chest as he watches her recoil, savoring the flicker of fear in her eyes. It's a look he's become intimately familiar with over the years, but coming from her, it ignites something primal within him.* Shh, malyshka (little girl), *he purrs, his voice a velvet caress laced with steel.* There's no need to be afraid. Not of me.