Mia Malone Novels & Stories

The girl glanced at Vivian but uttered only a single word, barely above a whisper, "Malia." "Malia," Vivian repeated softly, acknowledging her response. "That's a beautiful name. Now, Malia, where can I take you? Your home address or perhaps a friend's address?" Vivian continued, attempting to gather more information. However, instead of responding, Malia's face contorted with anguish, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

And she always got the job done. She’d been working with Daemon since she was eighteen. That’s when he found her, young, fierce and already sharper than most of the men twice her age. She didn’t have brute strength, but her real power was in how she saw things. Malia could read a person in seconds. Spot a lie before it was spoken. Find the cracks in even the strongest armor. Her instincts were lethal. Her beauty only made her more dangerous. She’s not originally from the Ironclad Pack. No one really knows where she came from, not exactly. There are whispers that she was born to a rogue bloodline, or maybe even a pack that was wiped out in a war.

'She's too precious for this world' Amy thought and cupped her cheeks as she stares at Amelia happily. "I'm glad" Anne suddenly said as she sighs. "Anne?" Helga said. "Oh, I'm just glad that madam Lia isn't the kind of person we all thought her to be. She really suits the master" Anne said and smiled with relief. Amelia felt herself blush after hearing Anne's compliment. "Oh! madam Lia is blushing! How cute!" Maisy chuckled. "Maisy," Helga said, calling Maisy's name with firmness in her tone.

“That’s bullshit, Mal. You’re not fair to him or to you when you think like that. And you can’t gauge him from negative experiences you’ve had in the past. You have to remember that Hunter is younger than all the other men. And just because he reacted that way, it doesn’t mean he wouldn’t want to marry you one day. You’re a beautiful, strong, independent woman, and Hunter would be a fool to not hold on to you. So, take a deep breath, okay. The guy is crazy about you. I mean, he’s still with you after meeting your family, which should count for something.” A small smile quirks her lips. “Yeah, and he didn’t run when he met Abuelita either. Hell, I want to run when I see that woman.” We both l

Let's take you to the flashback! Flashback 9:45AM IST Singhania's Residency Vasant Bihar, Alexander Graham Bell Marg, Malabar hill Mumbai, 400006 "Mummmmmm!" I whined rubbing my temples. Currently I am waiting in the living room with my laptop and headpieces on, waiting for my mum to bring a coffee. This project of Melbourne is messing up with my head. And currently I'm having a killer headache. Everyone is busy with the decorations for puja and they spared me as I had important work.

responded Wallace in anger, conveying his frustration at the elusive target. "What happened?" inquired Thalia, displaying a genuine interest in the details. "We can't look for a face we don't know. Maybe she passed by me, and I smiled at her," Wallace insinuated, unraveling the complexity of their pursuit. "We need a face, Thalia. A face." "Listen, Detective," Thalia stood up, her posture exuding a sense of command. "I have never met Gabriella before. I told you everything I know about that woman. Because of me, you managed to capture tons of her cocaine."

I cringe at the fury in Coal's voice and while I would normally run back to my room, something has me pausing beside their open door to listen. "Of course not, I'll try again tomorrow." Maloney sounds breathless and although she is much older than me, I struggle to imagine how she can enjoy being with him as much as she does. "Her mind is much stronger than I thought, or perhaps it's the mate bond, I'm not sure, but something refuses to let her completely believe me. Not like the other one, you're pleased with the other one, are you not?"

"If he’s cheating on me, I’ll have her head. I’ll kill them both." "Maria, wait," I said, but she wasn't listening. She was already limping toward the house, her emerald gown torn by the bushes. I looked down at the floor of the gazebo and saw something glinting in the moonlight. I picked it up. It was a small, silver pendant—a mirror-shaped charm. It was exactly like the one Diana wore. My heart dropped. The "Mirror of Malice" wasn't just a name for my marriage. It was a web, and we were all caught in it.

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.