Mia Malkova Solo Novels & Stories

Skates squeaking, pucks slapping against sticks, coaches yelling chaos in motion and somewhere in the middle of it all was Ryder, looking like he owned the ice and the entire planet. And then I saw her. Malia. She was standing near the edge, clipboard in hand, hair tied back so neatly it made me feel like I’d just rolled out of bed. She had this quiet aura like someone had already figured out every single flaw in the world and had a five-step plan to fix it. She wasn’t yelling, she wasn’t overtly intimidating, but I could feel her presence across the rink. Like gravity decided she was a core and we were all satellites orbiting awkwardly.

She looked tired from her shift but genuinely happy to be there. When Mia took the stage, the room quieted. Her dance told a story of breaking free… of shadows giving way to light, of a girl who believed in her mother’s crown long before the world saw it. Every movement was precise, emotional, powerful. When she struck her final pose, arms open and strong, the audience erupted. Tara wiped tears from her eyes. “She’s amazing,” she whispered. “I can’t believe I missed so much.” “You’re here now,” I said gently. “That counts.”

She cursed to herself, didn't know that she could get this much sore. Mikhail was annoyed by the call. "I'll be there today and don't call me if it's not important..." He disconnected the call and turned around, just to see his wife walking naked towards the washroom. He raised his eyes amused as her sexy body swayed towards the destination. The limp in her walk made him feel proud. His phone rang again and he answered the call. "What's up, bro?" Damon asked in a teasing voice. Mikhail smirk. "Nothing, just enjoying the breathtaking view."

He smoothly handed me a single, flawless white rose and leaned down, pressing a warm kiss to my lips. ​"Thank you," I murmured, forcing the most realistic smile I could muster. ​The acoustic trio shifted into a slow, rhythmic melody, and Malik captured my hand, leading me effortlessly onto the center of the dance floor. He wrapped his large hands around my waist, pulling my body close against his as we began a slow, synchronized sway. ​Under normal circumstances, I would have been floating. But as his arms held me tight, my mind was screaming. Over his broad shoulder, my eyes locked onto the edge of the bar. Talia was standing there, sipping a cocktail in her emerald dress, completely ignori

they all sat down, and soon enough the music started to play " will you do me the honor miss" " of course " they started dancing to the rhythm of the music soon Maribelle and her new boyfriend Jack ( the bodyguard ) joined and followed my Mr. Elfonso and Nona, everyone was happy, smiling and laughing, it felt like an eternity since anyone of them laughed. After dancing the dinner was served but before they started eating, Chris stood up

His eyes were undressing her on the dance floor and she was completely oblivious to it. Mishka slammed her hand on her desk, and her nose flared. "You don't fucking own me, Mikhail. No one does. Ruining Jonathan over a damn dance? That’s psychotic ." She barked at me. A little human I could easily snap her neck barked as a Lycan alpha. Mishka has truly gotten too brave for her good. I laughed out, my voice was a mix of amusement and restrained anger.

She cleared her mind despite being a laughingstock. Malaika closed her eyes and imagined the energy of water flowing inside her body. She concentrated all her mana on her palm. Malaika did not utter even a single incantation. Lend me your power, goddess… she prayed. The laughter stopped when a tremor hit the massive hall. When Malaika opened her eyes, they glinted like emerald crystals. She touched the water inside the four glasses. It came out and became mini waterspouts. Even the goldfish seemed to enjoy swimming inside.

She had all the men on the edge of their chairs, waiting for that moment. They fanned around her like wings as she turned on the pole. And she was good, even better than I would have expected. She looked confident. Fearless. I tilted my head, watching. "Bring her to me when she’s done," I said to Mikhail. I didn't know why I was so stuck on her, but I was. Maybe because she looked a tiny bit familiar even though I couldn't see her face too well. His only response was a short nod before he disappeared into the crowd.

Mridula's POV 08:35AM IST 12B, Antilia Altamount Road, Cumballa Hill South Mumbai Gasping for breath like a dying fish, I sat on the floor of our gym with a thud. Hundred squats with kettlebell, jump rope, pull-ups, elliptical and pilates all in one day is never easy!! I controlled my breaths and got up with my almost aching legs. I stumbled my ways towards upstairs to my room. But a voice stopped me.

All I could focus on was how good it felt to be able to move like the wind. This was my favourite state to be. A state where nothing else mattered. This was it. As I dropped off the pole, I opened my eyes to see the girls clapping. “Mia, you should strip for one night,” Katherina said. “Oh she did that already. We made more money than we've ever made before. It was a ball,” Irina responded on my behalf. “Did you learn how to move that way from Ava?” Zee asked. Ava blushed crimson as everyone turned to her.