Mia Malkova Solo Novels & Stories

“Treat me however you like.” Mikhail’s lips curved into a slight smile, his expression both tender and fierce. “I’ll treat you like the Queen that you are, Moya Zvezda,” he growled, his voice thick with need. Donatella’s fingers traced the contours of his face, her touch light reminding him of her presence. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, her body arching to meet his. Mikhail’s hands slid down her sides, his touch firm yet reverent, as he positioned himself between her thighs.

Jace hung back on the sidelines, tossing the occasional smirk but keeping himself in check—he could tell she’d taken command, and Ryder’s watchful stare made him think twice. Kai stayed quiet as always, tracking everything, giving her small, supportive nods that said he respected exactly how good she was at this. Midway through, the arena lights shifted slightly for a live broadcast, highlighting the rink and inadvertently drawing the camera’s attention directly to Mila. She caught the moment, aware of thousands of viewers beyond the glass. Her composure remained intact, but internally, she felt the thrill of public recognition, coupled with the high stakes of visibility.

“When you’re ready, I want you to lean forward on your hands as you take a step, then swing your left leg as if you were walking. Got it?” “Yeah. Got it.” Mia watched with her heart in her throat as Nick took his first solo ‘steps’. His face was set in fierce concentration and his gray eyes were fixed on the floor. She was shocked when his muscled arms began to tremble slightly, and he had to stop and take a break. He hung his head, closed his eyes, and her heart ached for him in his vulnerability.

She had to cook dinner for Noah tonight, or else he would be mad when he got back and would probably beat her up again, as usual. The rest of the pack, including Noah were all outside, carrying out the rituals for Luke's ascension to alpha. As she worked, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease within her mind. Lost in her thoughts, Mia almost didn't hear the faint sounds of chanting and howling that had started up outside. She set down her knife and listened, trying to decipher what was happening. Suddenly, her heart leapt into her throat as she heard Luke's voice booming out over the others.

Then he put his arm around her and they turned to face the judges and the crowd and the fourteen thousand people still making noise, and she raised her free hand and pressed it against her chest and felt, for the first time in longer than she could name, completely and entirely herself. --- The scores took nine minutes. They sat in the kiss and cry with Vera between them, Vera who was sitting with her arms crossed and her expression controlled but whose eyes, if you knew what to look for, were doing something they didn't usually do. Isaac was in the production area, on his phone, pacing. The Russian pair were currently in first. Their performance had been extraordinary. Clean and powerful an

Lakshmi tried to motivate Mia who clearly didn't need motivation. "Okay" she shrugged and sat down with other debaters and when two had already spoken it was Alyssa's turn, for some reason Alyssa the deaf girl decided to join the contest. Mia could hardly breathe when she passed by her. So far, Alyssa had been the best speaker since she said a total of 1000 words in under 5 minutes and Mia didn't even think that was humanly possible. "With all protocols duly observed my name is Mia and I am here to.." Mia was staying before she suddenly went dumb, she completely lost her voice.

“Good to hear, my mother died from a gunshot, we never found the killer, but I know his out there somewhere. I want you to come with me to Russia, My father would accept you instantly, because of your good heart and your extraordinary beauty.” “That would be nice, but you know were friends right?” “I know, come dance with me, I love this song “he said pulling me close to him. Nomvula by freshly ground was playing. What I loved about Mika was he’s ability to adapt. He listened to a variety of songs, in a variety of languages, he also didn’t mind trying out food made by me. He pulled me closer toward him, but I pushed him away and he respected that, we continued dancing..

And now that she had woken up, the real Aidan had returned. “Mommy... I miss you so much. I’m all alone here... what should I do?” Malikha sobbed, covering her face with her trembling hands that had already grown cold from the winter air. She cried as hard as she could while desperately hiding her face. With a wounded and lonely heart, Malikha could do nothing except cry in silence. She couldn’t even talk to anyone about it. There was no way she could tell her friends the truth about her marriage or about the real Aidan Caesar.

he says and Mia nods still blindfolded “1” they both said together “2” *Get ready Mia* She tells herself and as she was about saying the mast number, Cark slams in her with a powerful force which got her cumming immediately “CARL!!!!!”

The music rose, and Mia's fingers moved gracefully over the piano keys, beautiful notes drifting through the auditorium. Miranda tapped the beat quietly, counting Mia’s rhythm. Mia was playing perfectly, hitting every note. Ironically, Miranda was the one getting nervous, her palms dampening with anxiety. At the judges’ table, Xena tilted her head, her gaze settling on Mia. Her elegant profile appeared on the large screen above the stage. Mia finished the last note without wavering. The hall erupted into applause. She stood up, bowed politely to the judges, and lifted her little face in a confident smile.