Mirko Mha Novels & Stories

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

"Right now, the crisis is you having to explain a potential scandal to Mike Harrison." Mike Harrison, a hulking man whose suit looked custom-tailored to contain his perpetual scowl, approached Dylan for the second time that night with the easy arrogance of an investor who owned a significant piece of G.L. Hospital. He was flanked by two other board members, their expressions ranging from skeptical to hostile.

Morax POV: Across Town... "We found what you asked for!" "Good, bring it here." Their approach was diligent and on time just like I had trained them to be. They swept through the chambers, and the two recon specialists from my pack slid into view. One was Escha, her beauty a sight to anyone privileged enough to see it. The other was a tall boy, thin but deceptively strong, Miqella. Both were exceptional units to my cause. Escha was pure strategy and her calls on the battlefield were unmatched. While Miqella may as well have been born a blade. He had a power rarely matched; its value was unprecedented when he appeared on our doorstep.

“ Who is that girl Maximo? “ Romano asked. “ Corinna. She is my assistant. “ I answered. He nodded his head and I knew he was thinking about something. Had I been wrong about Maximo’s intentions with Corinna? No, I couldn’t be. Maximo was a jerk, the biggest one. So why did it seem like he genuinely seemed happy in Corinna’s company?

they responded smiling. “Who are you and what have you come for”? I woke up to Mich’s loud voice challenging someone I don’t know. I slowly made my way to the entrance of the hut, there I saw a wolf who had just shifted back to the human form, on getting closer, I found out that she’s a friend I made from Derrick’s pack, a pack I was disgraced out of. “Let her be Mich, she’s a friend” I said not taking my gaze off her for a second.

Dela said, bowing her head. "There is someone I'd like you to meet." Dela pulled me forward. If he were indeed a friend, I would be safe. If not, he would expose me. "Athena, I would like to introduce you to our friend. He is a great sorcerer." I plastered on my fakest smile and extended my hand. He gripped it gently and pulled it up to his lips, softly pressing a kiss to my knuckle. "Such an honour to meet you, Athena. My name is Malcolm." ***

She grabbed the iPhone X he was giving her and typed her digits expertly before giving him back his phone. "Sorry, I don't know where my manners went to." he lighten up the mood, scratching the back of his head. "I'm Mashkur Aarif. Muhsin and Habib's friend." he introduced with a killer smile. "I'm Mehr Malik, their sister." she smiled back. Where is this man from? Is he by any chance from those Arabian countries? She ask herself. "Wow! I never knew." he said surprised, he never knew that his friends have this beautiful sister.

she yelled before striding away, leaving Alpha Mraz standing in his spot, bewildered by her declaration. "Did I make you ruthless enough?" he murmured to himself. "If so, then that's good. It will make you stronger to protect yourself, my mate. I'm waiting for your unfathomable growth."

I mumbled to myself “ Some don’t choose to be like that. Alphas have kicked out one of their own if they are a danger to the pack making them a rogue.” Pulling me out of my thought , I didn’t know he heard me “ Are you scared to be out here? You seem distracted?” He asked, crossing his arms against his chest making the muscles on his arms stick out. “ No, I'm not scared.” I groaned. “ sir!!” Yelled a voice that sounded like it was rushing this way

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”