Mashle Novels & Stories

Mashii also kissed Chloe's forehead three times, while Chloe herself only pursed her lips as a sign that she was upset about Mashii's behavior. "You will never be Selena, and Selena will never be you. Selena is Selena, Chloe is Chloe. Cute and innocent Chloe can never be a cheap bitch like Selena. Likewise, Selena who is cheap and bitch isn't will never be able to be the innocent and innocent Chloe. Next time don't wear clothes like this again. If it's two with me it's fine, but if there are various others I won't be sincere. " Mashii said possessively and made Chloe smile that somehow her annoyance just disappeared.

And right now they were beyond ready. "Pack your shits. We are going to Louisiana." Maddox Dasher the alpha announced humbly.

That means no punishments for me, I am worried about what he will get me today because he has been asking me what I want for my birthday and my answer has always been nothing. I woke up early and made my bed then went to the shower taking my time. I got out then took out one of the jeans a bought the day we went to the mall and top then wore them. After a took out my strapped sandals and wore them. It feels good wearing hill again, I feel more like my old self and not the slave.

Soon, I'll publish his offspring's story, which would be darker, of course. But guys, I don't want to do it now. Actually, I believe writing isn't what you do in a hurry and by doing that, I don't want to ruin the story, so you've to wait and I promise, I'll give you something better than Madness. For that, just remember my penname, Mastaani. You'll find the second book of Da'ud's family soon. Thank you for giving your time, Stay blessed and stay happy, and untill Da'ud's next book, give a chance to my another book, ‘Loving You Is A Risky Game’. It's a werewolf and vampire romance and I believe you'll like it. Love you, xoxo;)

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Gulping, she whispered, “Sarah Mikkelsen.” Humming, I bit down on the biscuit, gazing at her from head to toe. “A tip. Do you want a cream? anti pimple therapy? for reducing the pimples on your face. I'm pretty sure with this type of face of yours no one would be able to approach you, so it will do wonders for you if you want to get a boyfriend.” I sweetly smiled at her. A tear rolled down her cheek whilst gasps and snickers were heard around us.

I took my gaze to the screen. 'Hello, I am Caily.' the message read. I couldn't help but let my lips curl into a smile. Hello Caily, I am Pietro Giacometti and you belong to me.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

I’m about to respond when the mood of the song shifts from slow into a fast, pulsing beat. Every head turns toward the stairs. Masha descends like she owns the moment. Her aura blasting through the room before she even reaches the bottom. She’s wearing pink sparkling leggings that catch the light with every move, silver heels, and a pink fluffy fur jacket. Round pearl earrings sit pretty on each ear. A designed pink belt cinches her waist, its buckle detailed and bold. Her sunglasses are star-shaped. She stops in front of us. Poses. The music cuts. Silence swallows the room.

She packed her suitcase with great enthusiasm. Magdalena had five more sisters and one brother. All of them were married except Sona, and they lived in different villages with their husbands’ families. As for Magdalena’s brother, Vahe, he had health problems. He could not speak, and later it turned out that he also had problems with his spine, so he was confined to a wheelchair. Worry over him had killed their father.