Mk X Baraka Novels & Stories

MALAIKA and her team had reached the Baraf safely. Everyone was wary of an ambush during their travel, knowing about the uprising. Thankfully, she regained her strength with the help of Attisha’s medicine. Everyone reminded her not to overdo her magic, especially since she could still not harness it properly.

The sunlight flooded the entire room, waking me up. I stretch while gazing at the beautiful view of Barcelona and the sea. It was a great way to wake up in the morning. I looked to the side, and X wasn't in bed anymore. As was customary, I found a note with my nickname written on it: “An unexpected issue arose with one of the party's beverage suppliers. Feel at home. I'll be back soon. Yours, X.”

"You didn’t know, Mae? I’m Byantara Samudra’s half-brother. Nice to meet you, I’m Baraka Samudra. We didn’t get a proper introduction last time, did we?" ***

You are the brightness of this course, you are the brightness with which I clean the floor of my house, you are the brightness with which I wash the dishes, any other brightness you want? The boy looked at him angrily and then came closer to his face "You're like that child ..., a bitch that only seeks money in other people just for pleasure, as well as prostitutes. Luke also approached and looked at him with a smile of triumph. "What does it affect you? It's with my ass that I do what I want is not with yours ... and if I'm a bitch, well then I'm a classy bitch "he raised his chest with great confidence. "You are identical to your brother, two bitches in the same conditions "his voice was p

(Commander Barika) Commander Barika were leading his fellow marines, spear heading the battle with ferocity like no other. Everywhere he and his Division goes, dead bodies and bloods would trail behind. Commander Barika, didn’t even used his Firearms in his battle just went around swinging his stainless steel war hammer on to any enemies that cross path with him. “Commander, The Dock area and the Fallen wall has been secured……wait…Commander, did that guy just said he surrender?..”.(Major Orel)

She wouldn't even sit down. "What's going on, guys?" He picked up a plastic cup half-filled with alcohol. He turned the cup into his mouth and down it. "The Elite causing trouble?" He was going to run her out of the room the next second, his hatred for them was incomparable and no one blamed him since they took everything away from him. "No, just a pompous little jerk." Lisa spat as if the words tasted sour in her mouth. McKay gave the still pacing girl a once over before pouring himself another cup of Jack.

"Please keep your voice down, someone is coming." If I had known this was how everything would later turned out, I would have just asked Czar, my future second in command, to help me through my heat cycle. "Why? You don't want everyone to know their future leader is a cock sucker?" Damario asked, laughing. Although, I didn't understand what was so funny. "Or wait, you don't want them to know you're an omega, hmm?" "Why are you doing this to me?" I suddenly asked, wiping the side of my mouth after the bastard had came in my mouth and forced me to swallow his seed.

He asked softly without moving away a bit. “I don't want to, but I'm thirsty.” I murmured in the same way. I felt his chest shudder in silent laughter. “Just five minutes to freshen up and we'll come back. Okay?” Nodding he took me to the bar a few meters from where we were dancing “Wine?” “I don't drink alcohol, Mark. I can have water or some soda.” I explained when he sat next to me. “You really don't drink?” he Asked surprised “Not even tequila?”

Keane woke up with a raging headache. He slowly sat up from the bed and he immediately felt bile rise up his throat. Keane ran to the bathroom and emptied the contents of his stomach, which was mostly just stomach acid and leftover alcohol. He was hunched over the toilet, regretting every decision he made last night. With a cold shower and a brushed mouth, Keane felt somehow refreshed, despite the pounding in his head.

Someone had already stocked the outdoor bar with more bottles than four people could reasonably consume in a weekend. James was exactly as I remembered from Katherine's living room months ago, broad and easy-going and the kind of man who made himself at home immediately in any space, already exploring the deck with a drink in hand before the rest of us had finished unpacking. He and Tio shook hands with the relaxed recognition of two men who understood why they were there and had no complications about it. Katherine had outdone herself.