Novel Mala Novels & Stories

”You’ll never make it back in time,” Genevieve was watching all her friends lay dead around her. ”You said forty-eight hours. Trust me, we’ll make it back.” I said and raised my head. ”Amber,” Malia's voice rang out as she took a step toward me. When she was about to take another, her father blocked her way and raised his hand. Malia's eyes glowed and her canines extended. She raised her hand, blocking her father's punch but instead her mother came up and shoved her into the brick wall. Malia fell down, she wasn't strong, she had been tortured and starved.

Her lips kept moving, but my attention had already shifted to the floating comments that had suddenly appeared in front of me. After quietly observing for a few days, I realized something. I was the only one who could see them. From what I could piece together, this world was actually an ongoing webnovel. And the female lead? Mia Lane. Apparently, she’d bound herself to some kind of “malice system.” Seriously? She actually got to be the main character? I looked at her arrogant expression and felt a wave of disgust… but mostly, it was just ridiculous. I curled my lips into a faint, dismissive smile.

He scolded and hung up the call. Fuck! I cursed, smashing the phone against the floor. What the hell do I do now! How do I protect what's mine.. Just then Kal arrived with a young lady. I hissed, not interested in having another round of sex but he told me she could be of help. “And who are you?” “Pleased to meet you Alpha, I'm Malia. A coach at Nevermore academy.” She explained. My mind drifts to Tulip the second she mentions the academy.

"Oh my god, you are so going to hell." Alanna was laughing as well and turned to the laptop, "Yeah, well, now I get to have Austin eating me out." "Bitch," Malena called. "Yup. One that's gonna get fucked soooo goooood," Alanna said. Malena was sitting in her own desk chair again, one leg thrown up over the armrest so that she was spread open. She was rubbing her pussy with one hand and had her dildo in the other. "So?" Alanna asked me.

The literature teacher said and I began to pack my things into my bag, trying to make it out on time because I knew for a fact that Jackson would want to talk to me. Jackson tried calling me throughout the weekend but didn't answer his call. Even throughout the class, I could feel his gaze burn a hole into my neck and it made me sort of uncomfortable. After hearing about the story from Christian, I actually felt pity for Jackson. At the same time, I was really concerned and worried for his mental state. Someone that is driven with Malice and Revenge do not think well. "Makaila." I heard his voice behind me, slicing through my reverie. I took a deep breath before turning to look at him. He lo

Isabel glares at Malia "Ya welcome,i have to go"Malia waved her hands smiling walking close to the door "To where"Isabel questioned her leaving miss Moris to do the cooking herself "To have a walk and of course,to get a novel from the library" "Why don't you like ordering for your own copy instead you go to the library" "Just because we are rich doesn't mean we shouldn't explore or enjoy those privileges" "Now you're sounding like a motivational speaker" "I'm taking after you"Malia said laughing

★NINA★ The morning after the gym incident felt like a lesson in suffocation. I expected a pink slip; instead, I got a ghost. Malachi moved through the house like a specter of his former self—rigid, silent, avoiding my gaze. Whenever our eyes nearly met, he would pivot away, his jaw tightening so hard I could almost hear bone grinding against bone. I sat in the dining room, idly picking at a piece of toast while Lila explained the complicated politics of her stuffed-animal kingdom, when a shadow fell across the table.

******** (NEXT CHAPTERS CONSIST OF PART TWO OF THE BOOK☺︎ Dear readers, Welcome to Part Two of our captivating tale, where the excitement continues. Get ready to join Malcolm on his thrilling pursuit of Noelle. Please note that this section contains mature and dark themes, including: •⁠ ⁠Explicit kinks •⁠ ⁠Betrayal •⁠ ⁠Domination •⁠ ⁠Emotional affairs •⁠ ⁠Chasing •⁠ ⁠Intense emotional struggles • No cheating among partners As we delve deeper, sensitive chapters will arise without warning. Reader discretion is advised. Buckle up and enjoy the ride!

Chapter five Micah’s POV What the fuck kind of mafia N*****x nightmare had I landed in? Was I being tested? Everything that had happened from the warehouse till now felt surreal, like I’d wake up in a cold sweat any second and laugh at how messed up my dreams had gotten. But I wasn’t waking up. And Elio Romano... God. What the hell was that earlier? Why did he storm in like a man possessed, only to stop short like he was fighting himself? There’d been tension in the air, thick enough to choke on.

The girl glanced at Vivian but uttered only a single word, barely above a whisper, "Malia." "Malia," Vivian repeated softly, acknowledging her response. "That's a beautiful name. Now, Malia, where can I take you? Your home address or perhaps a friend's address?" Vivian continued, attempting to gather more information. However, instead of responding, Malia's face contorted with anguish, and tears streamed down her cheeks.