Mia Malone Novels & Stories

‘Bella’ One of them began and she cut him off angrily, ‘Mi chiamo Alcina Moretti e abbatterò Giovanni, sono stato addestrato da agenti del Mossad, so come uccidere, qualcuno di voi vorrebbe sfidarmi oggi?" [My name is Alcina Moretti and I will bring Giovanni down, I have been trained by MOSSAD Agents, I know how to kill, would any of you care to challenge me today?]’ They looked at one another and no one moved she barked a harsh laugh tossing her silky mane of hair,

Thankfully the whiskey was starting to kick in, helping me spit out my next words. “She is not just a Peacemaker. She’s Willa Coraline Alfiero, granddaughter of our main enemy, Greggory Alfiero. She is also the second-in-command of the Peacemakers.” Maliya whistled lowly. “Wow. Your beloved moon goddess must hate you.” “Really helpful, Maliya,” Zuleika chastised with a stern glare. Maliya only shrugged, not at all apologetic or sheepish. “If it’s any consolation, you are free to have a chosen mate, Gallahan. You are not duty-bound to be with her just because she is your fated mate.”

Not after everything. “Besides,” Malakai continued, his tone so casual it made my stomach churn, “I’ve found someone else. Someone more suited for the role of my Luna.” The entire hall held its breath. Then, from the crowd, she stepped forward. Jolene. Dressed in a silk white gown that clung to her curves, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, her lips curled in the sweetest, most condescending smile. I felt sick. Malakai reached for her hand, drawing her to his side, and every part of me shattered into a million pieces.

Just punishment that’d stick with them forever. First, Malia. That girl had despised me from day one jealous of my grades, my looks, whatever. She’d spread rumors I was sleeping my way through professors, hacked my schedule to sabotage my rotations, even slipped something into my coffee once that made me puke during a big exam all because of Ryder. She did so many more you don't know. I don't know. But Now she was acting like queen bee. I’d hit her where it hurt: her ego and her secrets. I’d use my enhanced senses to track her scent (that cheap floral perfume she drowned in), slip into her house under cover of night as a shadow partial shift, quiet as a ghost. Then, induce fear. Make her rel

I had already started sobbing. "So, what’s the plan?" she asked, her voice finally turning serious. I pulled out my phone and showed her the email from the record label. "OH MY GOD, EVANS! The biggest record label in California called you for an audition. You’ve been chasing this since we worked at the bar!" She rattled the words off in a single breath, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. Jane was a wild one. Unusual and fiercely independent. She meticulously maintained her dyed red hair, and her numerous piercings were a statement all their own. She had large green eyes that, somehow, complemented her beauty perfectly.

He gripped his own sword, ready to jump in, but paused when he finally saw her. There she was. The woman he finally saw after years of wait. Lit only by the ghostly light of the moon, Regina stood, draped in a flowing white nightgown that brushed the floor like whispers. Her black hair cascaded down her back. In one hand, she gripped a bloodied sword. At her feet lay a corpse. Two more attackers rushed her, and in a flash of movement so sharp and fluid it almost looked choreographed, she brought them down with precision. Her gown, once pale as snow, bloomed with crimson. She stood calm, blade still gleaming red.

I thought to myself that I needed to step away from Nate when he returned and that what happened between us in the study should not repeat itself. Nate's POV My friend, Dan the private investigator, told me Mr Miles was the one behind all the trouble my work is facing. He is a competitor who has caused me trouble in my paradise. I asked Dan about his camp, then he gave me the location. After my discussion with Dan, he left. I called Damien and Andrew, I told them to gather the men because we were going into our enemy's camp. They went and gathered all the men together after which I came and told them about the situation of things.

A knock sounded on Malachi’s door and it opened as Lynne popped her head inside. “I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr Sinclair, but there’s a Mrs Caldwell here to see you.” “No appointment?” “No Sir, she says she’s an old friend.” Malachi looked up at Lynne with curiosity. He didn’t recognize the name. “Send her in.” “Hello Malachi.” He instantly recognized the blonde woman that sat down in the visitor chair in front of his desk. Mia Miller. Seeing her also brought back other memories, things Malachi would rather forget. “This is a surprise. How are you, Mia?”

Marilyn also smiled politely. Actually, she was thinking about how to tell Dominic and her mother. Malcolm lowered his head, and his gaze inadvertently swept across Marilyn's hand. Suddenly, a mole on the back of her hand caught his attention. He was stunned, and his heart raced with excitement. Carolyn had a mole in the same position. Seeing Malcolm's sudden change in expression, Marilyn quickly pulled her hand back. Malcolm's residual warmth was left on her hand. What was wrong with Malcolm all of a sudden? Was there something wrong with her hand?

No matter how prepared my mind thought I was, Lydia's relentless, seductive teasing was completely impossible for my defense to fight against. Meanwhile, right inside the grand Beacon Moon Territory Bank, Malia walks through the main doors wearing a beautiful black lace dress. "Well, well, if it isn't the lovely Luna Malia of the Argent pack!" the bank manager, Nelson O'Connor, greets her loudly with a slimy grin, his eyes shamelessly roaming all over her nice figure. "What a massive honor to have the most beautiful belle of the industry visit our humble bank vault today!" Malia completely ignores his inappropriate, disgusting gaze and says very curtly, "Mr. O'Connor, I trust your ears are a