Matangi X Moana Novels & Stories

"Yeah, he's coming back in two days. And he’s bringing his wife. Supposedly a beautiful musician from England. What was her name again?" “Anna Witherspoon,” the man in the wide-brimmed hat said, his voice low. "Yes, Anna Witherspoon," the bold man echoed. "And why do we care?" Bisila asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, because Andrew was the one we all thought could steal your heart, but now he's married. We’ve all tried, and you’re not interested in any of us!" the bold man grinned. "You’re all like fathers and brothers to me. Please, Travie, I’m years older than you!" she said, rolling her eyes.

Andera's pov When we touched Male, We were met by the resort's private concierge team at the terminal. A tall lanky man with black hair and a smaller woman with a big smile. They greeted us with cold towels, fresh coconuts with straws, and flower necklaces for the twins who squealed in delight. “Woah! ” Timmy's mouth rounded to a perfect O as he took in the coconut and tropical palm trees. “Timmy.” Tiffany called, her eyes wide with awe “I think we're in Moana's village.”

while inside was a series of children’s names, all also written in crayon -- some of the letters were backwards, and the warm thank-yous were often misspelled. For a moment, I forgot all about my strife with Moana as I looked down at the card and imagined each of the children taking extreme care to write their names and their little messages, and although I would never admit it to anyone, I was touched. I glanced up at Sophia then, who was still beaming at me, but something else caught my eye over her shoulder as I noticed Moana. Her red hair cascaded down her back, and the black dress she wore hugs her curves, although not nearly as perfectly as the sky blue dress she wore the other day at

I watched as all the maids retreated one by one, leaving the room entirely blank except for the glorious view of my gown, which was the exact color of the moon. *** “Forgive me for waking you up, My Luna-” “I’m not Luna yet,” I corrected one of the maids quickly and drowsily. “Forgive me, my Lady. It’s time for you to start preparing.” Her words struck me hard, making me jolt up from the bed. How long had I been asleep? Oh my! I was undoubtedly an unserious bride if I were reminded of waking up for my own mating ceremony. I quickly got up and let her help me to the bathroom where five young maids bowed as I entered, already waiting so they could help me wash my whole body. Thankfully, I had

sa dekha nahi khoob-soorat koyi Jism jaise ajanta ki moorat koyi Jism jaise nigaahon pah jaadu koyi Jism naghmah koyi Jism khush-bu koyi Jism jaise mahakti hui chaandani Jism jaise machalti hui raagini Jism jaise kih khilta hua ik chaman Jism jaise kih sooraj ki pahli kiran Jism tarsha huwa dil-kash o dil-nisheen Sandaleen sandaleen Marmareen marmareen (We've never seen one with such beauty as she

Strangely, however, beneath that relief was a nagging feeling she couldn't explain—a hollow sensation in her chest. Moza shook her head vigorously, trying to banish the odd feeling. "This is what I wanted—freedom to carry out my plan," she murmured, staring at the now-empty road. Rather than overthinking, Moza busied herself by washing the cooking utensils in the kitchen sink. She used the sound of running water and the friction of the sponge to drown out her doubts. Not long after, Madam Lintang arrived carrying a woven basket filled with fragrant Harum Manis mangoes.

Her makeup was done lightly because she wasn't fond of makeup. Liara looked at Moana, who was wearing a thin spaghetti strap dress of golden color, reaching just before her knee, matching with a beautiful gold chain with a heart-shaped pendant on her neck. Since she didn’t get her ear pierced, so she didn’t have to wear earrings. Her short hair, reaching her shoulder, was kept open, which Doctor Sara had cut an hour ago.

"Everything tasted so good, so fresh." "It is always so here," Mahana said. "Perhaps you'd like Manahau and Rotui to help you relax after your meal? Manahau is Tahitian for wise spirit and Rotui is the name of a high peak on Moorea island between Opunuhu and Cook Bays." "I'd like that," Krista said without hesitating, looking admiringly at the two sturdy, broad-chested men in their 30s, like Mahana dressed in just a long sarong.

(Madam Reanga) A new customer, Madam Reanga comes and placed her order, which Old Mento went straight to prepare them. Mamda Reanga is a Demi-Human of Cat Clan, her fluffy claw hand and cat ears always wiggling like crazy when she visited the Wet Market. But her words also made everyone nodded in agreements, everyone knew that all Oceanic Foods were premium and luxury, but now they can get it and dine on like no tomorrow, with just a few credits.

Amelie’s POV The next five days flew by. We climbed Diamond Head, went on a sunset cruise, visited Makapuu lighthouse, and learned to surf at Waikiki Beach. We also did a catamaran tour from Honolulu and saw humpback whales, sea turtles, and dolphins. Supposedly, that’s the trifecta of sea animals off the shore. My favorite day, though, was when we rented a car and drove around the island. We stopped at beautiful Waimanalo Beach, visited the macadamia nut farm, ate at Giovanni’s Shrimp Truck, and hiked in Waimea Valley. Now, here we are, packing up our suitcases to head to Maui. I need to mention I had to buy an extra two suitcases because I bought so many things to take home, or should I sa