Mulan Novels & Stories

"Are you Mulan?" The Snake tattoo is the common tattoo for Kolara tribal women, every woman has it. "Yes! One and only..." She was cool, I liked her nature. "Rotero gave me your contact. He said you will help me to settle." I informed and she frowned. "Rotero will not send any random person to me... Who are you?" She was confident. "I am Mallika... No, sorry. I am Miguel" I was nervous by her interrogation. "You don't know your own name?"

Eric's expression shifted to one of elation, his eyes shining with surprise as he exclaimed, "Ms Isabel, you're Mr. Mulan's stepdaughter? That's amazing! He's such a generous and kind man. He even supported our orphanage back in the day." Isabel echoed with disbelief, "Really? Are you serious?" Eric nodded enthusiastically, his smile still plastered on his face. "Oh yes! Mr. Mulan is a true gentleman, and I'm sure your step-brother will bounce back on his feet in no time. He seems like a resilient guy, don't you think?" Isabel's gaze darted in Matilda's direction, to see if she was attentive or watching, but Matilda remained eng

Reta was trembling in rage. “Are you that mad because I found your weakness?” One of Reta’s teammates acted fast. He was a young elf named Xuhe—Yulli’s opponent. He flew towards Reta, who was on the ground and on the verge of breaking down, covering her breasts. Xuhe removed his purple cape and covered Reta’s body. “You’ll pay for this!” Xuhe was so mad that he attacked Malaika, but Yulli popped in and positioned ahead of the princess.

Chapter 3: Myla Five Years Later In a bustling restaurant, a woman sat alone in the corner, her presence commanding attention. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, swept the room, and her beauty was undeniable. Despite the soft elegance she exuded, there was something fiercely determined about her—something that made her seem unapproachable, untouchable. This was Mila, though she went by Myla now. Beside her sat a little girl, her legs swinging beneath the table, her eyes wide and bright as she gazed at her mother. The girl’s expression mirrored Mila’s own—sharp, observant, unyielding.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

JANE The Wonder Woman costume was tighter than I remembered. I tugged at the bodice, making sure everything stayed in place. Red and gold leather, the signature tiara, knee-high boots that made my legs look endless. Halloween week at Fantasy Island meant themed costumes, and Madam Fantasy had been clear: go big or go home.

sound in realization. “By the way, my name is Fiona and I am at your service Ma’am” Fiona smiled as she bowed her head. Milana looked at her father in confusion. “She will be your right hand woman, she is meant to follow you everywhere you go and do everything you want her to do” Milana looked at Fiona who nodded with a smile, she seemed excited to do the job given to her. “But I am….” Milana wanted to refuse.

I can’t help but keep falling in love with him over and over again. My thoughts are interrupted when my mobile begins to beep. Seeing the caller ID, I immediately answer the call. “Hello” “Luna” it is Mustapha from the other end, “we found out that for the past three years, Natalia has been cohabiting with a witch from the Zu clan”

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

She stopped just when her hand made contact with the door knob. “Alpha Isabel Martinez” she replied in a voice that wasn’t hers.