Mulan Novels & Stories

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit

Bella’s POV I wake up in a dark room, the warm glow of the sun peeking in from behind the thick curtains. I sit up as memories from the night before attack me and push the sheets away to inspect my body. There’s a bandage around my leg, covering a wound on my right shin, and a few bandaids here and there. There’s also a wet towel on the night stand beside me, resting in an empty bowl. The door opens and a man walks in. I panic and pull the sheets over myself to cover my exposed legs since I am now only wearing underwear and an oversized T-shirt.

then the old woman turned to Leonidas, “You are King. Protect your Queen.” November’s smile vanished because she knew the woman somehow knew what she is, a wolf-shifter but clueless Leonidas on the other hand had shrugged it off, chuckling as he teased, “It’s all Celtic stuff Babe, she needs to stay in character. Though, she was right… I will protect you, my Queen.”

Soon I was done fixing her hair and she ordered me to pick out the best glow polish to Polish her red tails. I left and went into her luxury decorated room to pick out a glow red Polish and started polishing her tails to give it a glowing sparkle. Luciana is a spoilt princess who takes everybody as trash and she has no regards to people she feels too full of herself because she gets whatever things she wants at a snap of her hands. I envy her a little because ever since I was born I have been suffering haven't had a taste of motherhood no one to run to I've been depressed so many times and I've learnt to live with it.

she claps thrice with her hand again and points to the girl at the front. "I'm Yulan." the girl says in a small voice. Everyone introduces themselves till it was the last person's turn. Halima figures there are nine Muslims there. Two Aishas, one Amina, a Khadija, a Mariya, an Amratu and three Nanas. The girl beside Halima is an Aisha but she prefers to be called Eesh.

Mukura, masters a little courage and out of the corner she goes to face this woman that just emerged from the dark thick smoke. “Who, who are you? And, nd, umm why do you look like my sister?” she tries to speak with authority but the stammering blocks the authority. “I do not know what you are talking about child!” Gwanhoya denies speaking a distorted voice. Mukura takes a picture of her and Monalisa and shows it to Gwanhoya. Gwanhoya looks at it closely. “What wizardry is this?” Surprise and confusion echoes in her voice.

She added trying to convince Mulan. “We haven’t done it for ages. Come on.” She pleaded in her best pleading voice. Mulan let out a sigh. “Fine, but you owe me. No way am I paying for us both” Mulan said, giving in. “Deal. Let’s go.” Maggie replied. Mulan walked into her living room where they changed their work outfits into something sexy. “Show some skin girl.” Maggie said as she kept disapproving every outfit Mulan chose. Mulan ignored her comments and put on a red lace bra and matching panties.

From what she’d seen, she figured that Fallon could probably afford the best help. As if summoned by her speculation, a young woman appeared at the door to her apartment. “Mistress?” Her dusky yellow sarong swayed gracefully as she moved closer, giving a glimpse of her straw sandals. Her matching, sleeveless top hung around her neck with a scarlet cord. A sash of the same color decorated her waist as she paused at the pool. Long dark hair flowed free to her waist, and she had an enviable tan. “My name is Malian. Is there anything you would like? A meal, perhaps? The master said you might be hungry.” Rain sighed. “How is his back?”

I hadn’t noticed when they got to my side. “My name is Mellana. I’m the head warrior of the Red Moon witch coven.” She answered. As those words slipped from her mouth, my mother opened the back door. “Mellana?” My mom asked to confirm her name. “Yes, ma’am.” She answered with her hands down now. “I can’t believe it is really you. You’ve grown up so much. How’s mother going?” Mom asked happily “I’m sorry, ma’am but do I know you?” She asked my mother politely.

“People still in the void can come down now.” Suddenly, a powerful voice resounded. James turned his head and checked on his friends. Just when they were about to head down to the ground, they were stopped by Mount Martialis’ Saintess, who was holding a large banner. Mount Martialis’ Saintess’ name was Lucille Babs. She was one of the two powerhouses of Mount Martialis who had reached the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. She wore a translucent snow-white robe and looked incredibly seductive.