Non Timebo Mala Novels & Stories

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

Eventually, the noises outside the door began to die down. It was only then that I opened the bathroom door and went out. All four of them—Gary, Drake, Lesley, and Willow—were sprawled out on the table haphazardly as they muttered nonsense under their breaths. I lowered my head to check on the time on my watch. The drug was going to make them go all crazy in just half an hour's time. Lesley kept chuckling like an idiot, muttering under her breath that she was going to make me give birth to a child for her and other nonsense. Meanwhile, Gary kept repeating that the child I bore them was going to be their cash cow very soon.

Mason Wright slipped off his ring and picked up his phone to book a flight three hours later to Bhador. "The marking ceremony will have to wait. We'll continue once Eira is feeling better." My heart sank. We had been together for five years. He claimed me. The marking ceremony? It got delayed–and so many times, at that. For werewolves, being marked was what truly made a bond official. At this point, I lost count of how many times Mason had chosen Eira Padmore over me.

I wasn't as surprised as Steph when she broke the news of her engagement with Daniel to us a few weeks ago, I'm just concerned about his safety because Lisa is quite the impatient one and no guy I know of has been able to withstand her craziness. "He said 9pm but he is currently ten minutes late" she replied checking her phone again. "He is just ten minutes late not an hour, calm your tits ma'am" I chided her playfully and that earned me a vicious glare. My phone vibrated softly and I peered at it to see a message from Mr Hyde. Mr Hyde: where are you? Me: with friends. Mr Hyde: who? Me: my friends Our banter went on for about a minute and I was smiling widely oblivious of the glare Lisa was

When Lucien’s assistant forwarded the photos to him, his eyes froze the moment they landed on the words: Mate-Bond Termination. His hands trembled as he tapped to open the image, and the second he saw that familiar face in the photo, it felt like he’d been struck by lightning. Then came the follow-up message from his assistant. “Luna Mia’s flight was the one that crashed…” Lucien staggered back a step before collapsing to the floor, the phone slipping from his grip. He could not believe that I, who was fine just that morning, was gone now?

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

“Do you have the name of the person that issued the passes?” “Tim Costa.” The guy nodded slowly, still frowning. That was a name outsiders never got to know. Maybe they weren’t lying? A band like No Return, with so many drooling girls among their followers, always had their fair share of fake passes requests. Silvia showed him Jim’s email, that included a picture of the green things. “This is what I’m supposed to get validated by you guys.” They man kept nodding slowly and frowning, but Silvia retrieved her phone when she saw his eyes going over the text of the email.

In less than five minutes, years of my life in Haryndale were laid out on the secretary's tablet. After reading it, Grandpa's expression darkened. "Make the call. It's time for Justice Corp to go under."