Mi Adorable Maldicion Capitulo 121 Novels & Stories

ITALIAN Poca Flamma--- little flame Principessa--- Princess I got a chapter out woohoo! lol This chapter took me two full days, first the write AND then the rewrtie.... since my 3 year old decided he didnt like the last one he deleted it for me and I had to start it all over again. but here it is and I have to tell you all.... I do not really care for Mina Scopuli, she is turning out to be much more of a bitch than I anticipated hahahaha

Isla’s head snapped toward the window Madison. Her face twisted in disgust, a mixture of disbelief and fury etched deep. Isla scrambled to roll down the window. Marco’s hands fumbled, yanking his zipper back up. “Madison, please....” Isla started. Madison’s voice cut like a blade. “You sneaky ass bitch.” Silence. Madison shook her head, laughing bitterly. “I can’t believe this shit. I really can’t. What in the entire fuck is going on?! Y’all better explain this shit right now.”

Every punch lands with bone-jarring force. Just as I allow myself a flicker of hope, a brutal grip clamps down on my arm. My abductor. His eyes, now narrowed to slits, burn with a desperate, vengeful fury. "You made a grave mistake, Mia," he snarls, his voice a low, guttural growl, "working with Aaron. You betray me, you lose everything." His thumb presses a small, almost imperceptible button on his shirt collar. My blood runs cold. He speaks into it, his words dripping venom. "Kill the small girl. Kill Mabel."

//Heaven Black// I was walking peacefully in the hallway when I saw a familiar figurine walking towards me. Oh no, Am I seeing things? The girl smirk at me. A devilish smirk. "Nope. You are not hallucinating bitch." Midnight said with her thick bitchy accent. I look at her while my mouth is hanging open. Midnight pout before using her long bloody nails to close my open mouth. "No, no, no don't give me that shock look Darling." Who wouldn't be shock to see her here?

“Those you call the dead. I call them a collection. They weep, and their tears are oil for my lamps. You, Lyara Wolfborne, are a single breath before a long storm. How could you possibly defeat me?” Lyara clenched her teeth until her jaw ached. “If you’ve captured those thousands, then I have a thousand reasons to end you.” She seized the small opportunity when the mist thinned at Malvior’s elbow—the tip of her claw touched the fabric of his robe, slicing a strand that fell silently. No blood. No reaction except a faint smile. “Sweet,” Malvior said. “But sweetness doesn’t last under the sun.”

"Stop wishing for something that even you're afraid to do yourself. You don't like creatures like us, do you? And you forgot who Loui really is? The man you love is the same creature as me. Cold-blooded killer. Same as those who killed their parents. also your brother.” Irina smiled asymmetrically when she caught the streaks of anger and sadness becoming one in Malia's round eyes. A pair of Malia's eyes moved in all directions, staring at Irina with all the hatred she had. And... Cuh! Malia bravely spat on Irina's beautiful face. " Stop saying anything, b*tch!" Malia challenged loudly. Irina's jaw hardened. Without thinking of any consequences, she tightened her grip on Malia's slender neck.

Fear lanced through me as I turned to Mom. She is in custody. Right? Mom didn't answer. Didn't have a chance. Mia spun on Quaid, grasping him by the front of his robe, the magic lighting the fabric on fire. "You find her," Mia shrieked, "and you kill Ameline Benoit for stealing our family magic!" ***

Marseille, France (June 2019) The Infected hissed, its deformed form dangling in front of Minho. The stench of blood and rotten flesh wafted in with the breeze coming in through the open window. Minho cringed, cursing the human senses lent to him. He aimed his arrow towards the monster. Sensing the impending shot coming its way, The Infected twisted its body to the side, swinging across the ceiling from one side of the room to another. Minho kept his hands steady, maintaining his target. He released the arrow, and The Infected screeched as its shoulder burst into flames. Its cries were mournful, reminding Minho of a wailing child. He wondered how old the creature was before it got turned.

“He already thinks I’m weak.” Chanel sat up. “And you’re not, Maddie” Madeline stared back at the woman looking at her in the mirror. The woman staring back didn’t look weak. She looked dangerous. Her phone buzzed on the dresser. One message. Mr Devil Collin: Running late or running away? Madeline hissed as her eyes reached for the sky. Typical jerk. She typed back. Madeline: I’m coming. Almost immediately, another message arrived. Mr Devil Colin: Good. Max is already here.

The girl scorned him as she rose. “Mia Azalia.” Malikul rolled his head to the back and arched his brow. “My handsomeness can be only rated by none other than Shadow. One and only. Know your place.” “Yes, yes.” Mia found her seat on the floor and continued her work. “Ugh, he is in his mood swings.” The curly rose from his seat. “I will investigate the rest of them, werewolves. Y’all continue to do whatever you’re doing right now. I’m out of here.” He cleaned up his own mess.