Nana Malone Books Novels & Stories

Malakai's POV: "That leg of yours is looking better already," Romona, my step-mom told me as she examined it. "It's a good thing I wrote the book on herbs," she teased me and looked over her shoulder at my sister, Nena. "He's going to be okay," she assured my sister. Nena gave a huge sigh of relief. She's been squeezing a clip board the moment she entered the room.

“Yes.” “I’m glad you love it. Sage hates it. I hate him for hating my favorite food though.” Minnie joined us while watching the movie. Halfway through the movie, Gelo asked me, “They knew in the school that you’re a half-blood, right?” “Those three teachers must be the ones to blame with that. They were the only ones who I knew would do that to me. I wished no one would kidnap me again.” “Did you say what?” I almost stumbled when Nana killer-clowned us. Earlier, I saw her reading a book. I was surprised to find her reading a modern romance book written by the queen of summer reads.

Thank you," Malia said sighing softly "I know what you need "she gestured "Come here" " What" " Follow my lead, cuddle close, scooch in....."Malia moved closer to Isabel resting her head on her chest and closing her eyes " Mmmmm "Malia breath deeply " In granny words, when we get to school I will wake you up, so rest a little" " In granny words "she repeated, "and song, "where's the northwind, meets the sea "There's a river, full of memory

Anna looked down and found her feet buried knee-deep in snow. She looks around to see herself in the middle of a snowy taiga, the full moon at its peak and illuminating the dark forest. “Where am I?” she whispers to herself. It took much effort to move her feet and traverse the deep snow. As she walked around, she felt uncomfortable with the eerie silence. There was no noise at all. Still, she kept going. Anna arrives at a small clearing, where the shine of the full moon rests on an array of large rocks. She approaches the rocks for no clear reason and finds a wolf on the ground. Whimpering. Breathing weakly.

Nanna peered over my shoulder. I jumped, snapping the book shut. “Nothing.” “Why you readin’ it then?” “Dunno.” She leaned over the back of the sofa and snatched the book out of my hands. My eyes widened as she took in the book. “Huckleberry Finn? You’re hiding for this?” “Um, yeah.” I swallowed. Nanna opened the book. Her eyes flicked across a page before she closed it again and pulled off the dust jacket. “Maggie Hope. You sneaky devil.”

But the connection she craves will never happen. Instead of the animal being concerned with how we can escape this hell, giving her body is her priority. Nana has no knowledge of what the society will do if her identity is found out. The mate she desires will hate and curse her more. He will be far from her, giving her head to be slaughtered. Tucking my hair behind my ear, I pause when I notice the book sitting beside the bed, waiting to be picked. What is this? I reach for it, as the word boldly written, ‘Instructions for Milena,’ draws me in. With each detail coming to light, I read his instructions. And can’t help but roll my eyes.

G****E. . . Nana woke up earlier than usual the next day which was Sunday and she is feeling so giddy, lightheartedly silly that Zayn will be with her at home the whole day. She's kind of expecting Maaysa to show up also and is holding her breath because the new Maaysa, you never know what is wrong with her. Nana sighed before deciding to take a hot bath since the whether is chilly and she just felt like cooking something amazing for them with the help of internet and some apps she downloaded on how to cook meals. The school she registered also added her in a W******p group and they're already sending so many amazing dishes and how to make them.

After a brief scolding from my teacher, I was sent to assist the librarian. The library was a sanctuary of towering shelves and soft whispers, its grandeur unexpectedly breathtaking. The scent of aged books and polished wood wrapped around me like a comforting cloak. Wandering through the aisles, I stumbled upon a dimly lit corner that exuded an eerie presence. A single book stood out—its cover blank and edges charred. Curious, I picked it up. "Weird," I muttered, flipping through its brittle pages. My blood ran cold when I saw my name inscribed on the last page.

Lilly 4 more days later I could hear people talking. I couldn’t make out the words but I could hear voices. I wanted to ask them to be quiet. I was really tired and just wanted to sleep. I tried to open my eyes to see them but I couldn’t do it. I tried lifting my hand but it felt so heavy I gave up. The voices were getting louder like someone was yelling. Someone sounded very mad. What was happening? Who was talking? I feel like I should know the angry voice but I could place it. Maybe a little more rest and I would be able to figure it out. Yea, I just needed some more rest.

Peeking at her sleeping mother made Madison at ease. When she was a child, her mother always loved to read her the story of sleeping beauty, which is how fate stirs their life in the present. Her mother becomes the sleeping beauty in the story; she sleeps peacefully on the white bed inside a white-walled room. Madison can't hide the tears already crawling on her hazel-nut pair of eyes because this will be the last time she will visit her before going to Manila. Her Aunt helped her get a job in the city where she could work as a maid.