Non Timebo Mala Novels & Stories

Every time I got close to understanding something, he found a way to put distance between us. "My dad was so mad," Elara said, watching me. She picked at the fruit on her plate again. "He said it was unprofessional. Packkeepers don't just leave in the middle of negotiations and training without sealing their record." I frowned as l lowered myself into the chair.“Sealing their record?”

My boyfriend Noah Carter and I had a plan: turn our college's fourteen-day outdoor orientation into a fourteen-episode documentary series about us. For the eleventh time, Noah left me alone on the training field. His childhood friend Claire Moore had called him in tears, saying she'd been vomiting and was lying in the camp clinic alone and scared. Waiting for him to come back, I missed the camp's only sunset team drill and the closing long take I'd spent two weeks preparing. That evening, he sent me a photo. Claire sat in a dessert shop outside camp, a smoothie and a slice of strawberry cake in front of her, cheeks pink and looking happier than anyone else in the place. Noah texted back: "Th

His men had families and wives left behind, but they all knew too well that they were doing all this for them, so they trained hard the whole month without much sleep or rest, the thoughts of their wives and families kept them stronger than they had ever been. Tomorrow was the day they had planned to go and conquer the land of montev, the land of montev was a small and weak kingdom compared to the lands Neifar's clan and people had conquered. Neifar was so confident in winning that he only got a few of his men because he knew it would be simple taking down a kingdom that had a lazy king, with no advisors or general and it was filled with hatred, although he was determined to conquer the land

" Tomorrow morning at 8." "Don't go there without me having a look at what you're wearing. I want you looking like the freakin' CEO instead of - wait, what position are you applying for and what's the name of the company?" " P.A and the company is Cullen and Co Industries." Expecting her to say something, I frown a little bit when all I get is silence. " Lucia?" " Uh I have to go." She quickly says, hanging up before I can even say anything.

Tessa kept refreshing my results page, muttering to herself the whole time. "No way. This must be a system glitch!" The principal and a few reporters came over, staring straight at my score screen. My score was blank. Below it was a line in bold: "Total score: You are ranked in the top 50. Please check back on the 27th for more details." Everyone in the room was stunned. Even the comments section froze for several seconds before it exploded again.

“Okay, but next time you have to tell me properly what you do.” “I might,” Malachi said. “That means no,” Toby said immediately. Malachi gave a small smile. “We’ll see.” Then his attention shifted to me, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. “You handled today well little gremlin,” he said finally. “I always do and don't call me that, jerk,” I replied. “That’s not what I meant,” he said, but he didn’t explain further. I didn’t ask. He left after that, and the door closed behind him, leaving the house quiet again. Toby leaned into me slightly. “I like him,” he said.

Soubi looked at his school handbook that was distributed after the afternoon speech. Time Cross Academy had very strict rules that everyone had to abide by and anybody who breaks the rules will be punished by torture or death depending on the severity. While it sounded like a scary place, the rules that Amanda Lucifer implemented made him feel safe instead.

"You have nothing to ask me?" His voice was dangerously low. I calmly pushed a file across the corner of my desk. "Sinaloa is pushing for the payment. Thirty million in clean funds, wired within seventy-two hours. It needs your signature." "About last night. About Camilla." He leaned over the desk, his huge frame towering over me. "Aurora, are you sure you have nothing to say?" Camilla's words from my past life echoed in my head.

I just had to choose my words and he would spill out the contents without so much of a force. Marlon sighed, "Fine!" He said, leaning back on his chair as well. "We had a case that was closed a few years back. The Mafia gang had very disturbing images of Mark and I at a club-with girls-during our working hours. They said they won't expose us if we don't push on with their case. Mark was desperate. He needed his job, so, he agreed. Just recently, the Mafioso struck again. No sooner were they brought in than the pictures started circulating like wild fire. Mark was forced to bribe so that the pictures would be deleted. Our higher authority found out we bribed but they don't know why. Our polic

Mala shouted at Bartolo as she ran toward him, luring the ironclad beetles. Bartolo heard her call and saw the beetles behind her. Bartolo gathered his strength into his arms and prepared to attack. Despite being from the same species, they didn’t seem to be as strong as Noso because Mala’s attacks scratched them a bit. Nonetheless, Bartolo launched a full power attack at them. His fists collided with one of them and he kept the momentum going until he smashed the beetle into the ground. Bartolo grabbed the other beetle by the head and tore it off its torso like it was paper.