Mashle Novels & Stories

Alex teased, making me slap his chest. "I could be a single father you know. Who said you'll be a part of the equation?" I retort. "How can you get rid of this hot piece of ass." He said, gesturing to his body. I faked gagging noises to feign disgust. "I'd rather die alone," I replied. "I wonder if you'll make the same noises if I-" I quickly shit him up by slapping my hand over his mouth. "You're disgusting," I said.

Tiago spat, clearly seething in jealousy. "Chill, babe. I was just joking," Leo said as he wrapped his arms around Tiago's waist. "When the fuck did this happen?" I asked, confused as to what is happening in front of me. "It happened ever since Tiago stuck his cock up my ass," Leo replied, making my face twist in disgust. " I didn't need to hear that," I grumbled. The chatter quieted down and I looked behind to see Alexis entering the room donned in a gold-fitting gown. She knew exactly how to bring all the attention to herself and it was working. Alexis stood in front of the mic and addressed everyone.

"I'm resistant to anything with female parts." Leslie nodded, unfazed. "I know." Chelsea raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You do?" Leslie smiled knowingly. "Maz was right about you – you're quite a speck of character." Chelsea's expression turned neutral, unsure on how to react. Leslie's tone remained casual, friendly. "Maz has a knack for spotting unique souls." Chelsea's curiosity piqued, "Who's Maz? You've mentioned him before." Leslie's smile warmed. "Maz is my brother."

It was white, decorated with crystals and diamonds. I follow her downstairs, shutting the door behind me. As we descend, I suddenly notice Mira's dress. It was a black dress with diamonds all over it like sprinkled dust. Her dress was flay and its length was a few inches above the knee. She wore black heels whose laces were designed with butterflies. Two on each heel. Her hair had been let down, a braid on each side like a crown. Her make up was neutral, but not mild and her lipstick dark. With a plain black purse in hand.

Alessandro asked looking as sexy as ever with his black shirt and a few buttons at the top undone showing his tattooed chest. "I think I might order spaghetti" I said looking down at the menu. "Have you seen anything you like?" "I have, she's sitting right infront of me" He smirks flashing me a wink.

"My name is Dylan." The guy shouted through the music. I smiled at him and nodded my head, telling him I heard what he said. "I'm Carmela." He pulled me by my waist and I yelped at his action. His arms snaked around my waist making me stiff under his touch. He smiled at me, not a scary nor friendly smile.

I couldn't help but be drawn to this enigmatic person, and the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround them. A primal instinct roared to life within me, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through my chest. "Mate!" my wolf snarled, the word echoing in my mind like a battle cry. As if sensing my wolf's claim, the stranger's head snapped around, their eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. A single word spilled from their lips, husky and raw: "Mate!" The moment our gazes met, reality seemed to warp and twist. My mind recoiled in horror as I took in the stranger's features—the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the chiseled physique. This couldn't be happening.

Levi was gifted like that, he could get in anywhere, and you never heard him coming. “I’ll be back in a bit. I know you’re going to need some Scotch for tonight’s bullshit meeting,” Levi said, and walked out again. Malachi smiled, and shook his head. Levi was right though. Malachi walked to the living room, planning on getting himself a drink, when he spied the man standing with his back toward him. The stranger was gazing out of the window. He had light brown hair and stood about 6’2” tall.. The stranger turned around, and Malachi noticed the fern like marks on his left arm. It started at his wrist and went all the way up to his neck. “Malachi Sinclair.”

Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…" Then, under the gaze of thousands, the shattered robot’s pieces began to move and reassemble themselves into perfect form, as if nothing had happened.

Kids lining up to buy gum from Charles Hartley for two dollars a pack. I rushed to my locker. Five minutes until the first period. “Yo!” I turned. Mason Drew. One of the few genuinely evil people in my class. Buzz cut. Good face. Around my height—thankfully. He wore a pair of Miles Morales Jordans, my dream shoes. “How was Mexico, my man?” he asked. “I didn’t go this year. Budget.” He laughed. “Dude, you got infinite money.” “I’m not rich. Have you seen my car?”