Novel Mala Novels & Stories

she mumbled while watching him walk away. Mal quietly made his way down the hallway towards Claire’s room. He could hear that no one else was on this floor, and that gave him some comfort. Her bedroom door was closed over, but he could still see light shining through the cracks. He could hear the shower curtain close and the water start. You shouldn’t be in here with her in the shower. Don’t do it. Malachy scolded himself. While waiting for Claire, he sat on the edge of her bed and noticed her book. He grabbed it, looked at the front, and frowned. After flipping it over, he raised an eyebrow at the description of the novel.

Chapter Sixty-Nine— kiss ★Maliya's POV★ I couldn't sleep. The safe house was quiet. Too quiet. Every creak of the floorboards made me jump. Every shadow seemed threatening. I lay in the unfamiliar bed, staring at the ceiling, and tried to process everything that had happened in the past six hours. Micaiah was a criminal. Daemon was a criminal. They were enemies in some war I hadn't known existed. And I'd been caught in the middle, used by both of them.

I am hungry too and if we are going to talk to them, I might as well eat too. “I am Malia.” The girl with the short blonde hair says. She is tall and willowy thin, with deeply tanned skin and purple eyes. She puts off a tough and in charge type of vibe. She is a bit dirtier than the others, making me think that she is a bit tomboyish and was willing to do most of the work while they were living in the woods. She gestures to the little girl beside her and says, “This little scrap of bee stingers and tree bark-”

“It sounds impossible, you make it look so easy Mala.” “Everything sounds impossible until you start,” Mala said, smiling. “Besides, who better than you?, you can do it babe.” Her faith warmed me more than the coffee. For a few seconds the nightmare receded, replaced by the hum of possibility of me opening my own publishing firm and actualizing my lifelong dream. But the quiet didn’t last. Mala’s gaze sharpened, reading me the way only she could. “You miss him, don’t you?” she asked softly.

He finishes. My mouth still open, no way in hell Maia becoming a drug mule or working in the cartel if I could stop it, for Maia, I work up the courage to stand up to Egor. “A gift? Maia is not a gift, she’s my girlfriend! She has a job already and what do you mean she’s doing a drug run? No Egor! No!” I say loudly. “Watch your tone Lena!” He barks back and continues.

I opened my mouth, ready to end it right there And that’s when I heard it. The sharp click of fast footsteps down the corridor, and then “Mmm. Wow.” Malia’s voice, loud and cutting like a blade wrapped in velvet. Odessa froze. I looked over Odessa’s shoulder just in time to see Malia standing there, arms crossed, head tilted, wearing a small smirk that didn’t reach her eyes. “Well this is a cozy little corner,” she said. “Am I interrupting something? Or should I come back when you’re done letting your stalker undress you with her tears?”

I would not stoop that low, no matter how much I wanted him, and he would not risk the alliances either. My phone vibrated with a notification and I pulled it out. It was probably Paul, calling to check on me, but the moment my eyes landed on the screen, my entire world came crashing down. My insides felt like they were on fire, the same way they had been the day Adonis and Bella’s truth had come out to the world. Rosaline Guerra & Luciano De Luca—the story worth a thousand scandals. The title of the blog sent shivers up and down in my body.

Suddenly, the door to the home office swung open, and Malta disappeared without a trace. Well, that explains how Malta managed to enter the house undetected. The only way to prevent his future entry would be to cast a powerful shield spell around the premises, capable of repelling any intruders. Bogo was wrong, Malta was not just an ordinary Alpha—his abilities were far greater than anticipated. The severity of the situation began to dawn on Dirk, and he understood the depth of trouble he was in.

Arjun tried to clear my muddled brain. I was playing with Kavya in her room when Mala entered. Today I was taking her out on a date. She was wearing a pale green one-shoulder gown that was fitted at the waist and flared down. The bodice had pearl embellishments and a pearl belt on the waist. There was a long slit at the side. She was wearing a pearl necklace paired with long single-layer pearl earrings. She was looking beautiful. " Jai, I am ready. You have not changed till now." Mala sat at the edge of the bed.

The subtle shuffling of papers and the nonchalant posture she assumes create the illusion of a casual reader engrossed in a novel. The door creaks open almost immediately and Marisol is not surprised to see Caleb walk in. His eyes ever so suspicious as he takes in the sight Marisol sits admists. "What are you doing, Marisol? Why the sudden interest in the pack's layout?" “Morning to you too, Caleb, Alpha of Redwood.” She answers, looking up from her book. Caleb sighs tiredly, running a hand through his hair. “What are you up to this time around, Marisol? You accosted my mate in the kitchen with weird questions too. What is all this about?”