Mortal Kombat Mileena Novels & Stories

I had just finished warming up at my adoptive father's boxing gym when I was brought back to my wealthy biological family. When my tanned, heavily muscled self walked into the living room, my biological parents, who had been ready to humiliate me, fell completely silent. They had brought me back because they wanted me to marry the heir of the Lamberts. He was rumored to have a violent temper and had already scared away ten fiancées. The fake heiress was still pretending to cry at first. But the moment she saw my massive biceps, she stopped crying. She nervously hid behind my older brother. "Jack, are you sure Mr. Andrew is abusing Rachel and not the other way around? What if Rachel is the on

"But if you’re not out in 10 minutes, I’m breaking that door down." Selena gave a small smirk. "You won’t need to." She pushed the door open. It groaned on old hinges. Inside was a circular arena. Chains covered the floor. The ceiling stretched 10 meters high. And in the center stood Whip Woman. Lady Mara. She was healing. The wound on her shoulder from yesterday was already closing, black energy crawling over the skin. She turned slowly. Red eyes found Selena. "Well, well." Mara cracked her whip. _CRACK_ The sound echoed. "The little Infected comes alone to die?"

She was a quick one too, built like a runner, she was tall and lithe. He however went after her, if she brought him here then she had been told to do so. Who else would take him from the water’s edge but the enemy? He didn’t care if she was here alone. He didn’t doubt that someone was in control of this mortal. It was nothing to snap her neck, but he needed information first. If she thought she was going to imprison him again, she was fucking wrong. He’d choke the life right out of her and lose no sleep over it. What he didn’t get was why a mortal. Thor found them lesser, and those with Surt wouldn’t see them as worth their time unless she was special. Unless she had something to give or get

It contains other important details of his future victim. Seraphine, a renegade assassin 24 years old female. 5’5” height 63 Kg weight. Black hair, Medium. Light brown skin tone. Lives in a small 2 storey apartment at Marikina. The target is highly guarded. Be careful, she is capable of all 6 techniques. Concealment needed is “Terroristic”. When he read the message, he knew he would have a hard time in this last mission but he have to do it to give up this life and start the dream life of Akira and him.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

He said then placed a soft kiss on her lips. A sad smile crept to Vanessa's lips. "I'm really trying hard to believe your statement. Even Kayla is more beautiful than I am. I'm just the typical Vanessa Maddox, average height, normal weight, boobs and butt, and to top it all, I'm just a household manager."

Each face in the crowd looked on at me in absolute horror, as if they were preparing themselves to witness my death. I looked on at the rumored Alpha Killian as he came to a stop a mere five feet in front of me. I could finally see where all of the rumors had come from. While I stood at a whopping 5'3', Alpha Killian had to be well over 6' tall. Not only did he tower over me in height, but the frame of his body was enormous, with hands as big as my entire face. I resisted a shutter as I thought about how easily he could crush me, and end my simple life. Taking a deep breath, I looked up into the face of my mate, and felt my mouth open.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

Yifa had never experienced the anguish of losing a life partner, but it felt as though she had gone through it herself, as her mate deliberately disregarded her existence, causing her immense pain. Her mate had been ensnared by a woman who had passed away three years ago, leaving Yifa heartbroken. Despite her death, this woman had managed to completely captivate his heart, overshadowing Yifa entirely. She embodied everything that Yifa should have been able to show Killian first, as she was his true mate.