Rance Mal Novels & Stories

“It’s Aramina, call me Aramina” “I will call you what I feel suits you. Mina suits you mate”, he said nonchalantly “And what the hell is mate, why do you keep calling me that?” Karen had already informed him that she was clueless about being a wolf talk less of the mate bond. So he had expected her question. “Will you like to find out under this hot sun or do you want to go somewhere”, Her stomach growled, she was hungry. “that answers it, get in” He ordered as he opened his car door,

I could not just blurt out my name, or my father’s! I could not disclose to some stranger - as handsome as he was - who I was! The Malvak family is a renowned one and a special one, that was. The females born into this family usually suffered from an extremely rare genetic mutation, that’s what they call it, but I think it’s just a curse that is bound to our blood.

I was quite pleased that their jars were made of glass. “Let her do whatever she wants. She’s a lady, and she has a right to her well-being. Besides, she has you to take care of her.” He chuckled, but my husband listened to him and allowed me to have a taste of the rum. This rum had a peculiar taste, making me wonder how they were able to create this from corn. This is hard to believe. The wine burned my throat, but the aftereffects were quite hard for me to control. I took two cups consecutively, but Alpha Malone stopped me from taking the third.

He was bland, boring, bland three more times and if I didn't hear him talking in his sleep those times we were up to have sex, I'd think he was even mute. Damn raisin rum, why did you have to exist? That fucking flavor didn’t make sense at all, it was surely invented by a dirty old man of about 76 years who had no teeth and didn’t know that the macadamia nut existed. But I do. I had tried it tonight and I had loved it because it had been unexpected, passionate, erotic and very pleasant, at least until the conscience had appeared and with it the regrets. But they were not the same regrets that attacked me as when I had had to sleep with my previous partners.

"The spell we need to perform cannot be delayed. The Lycgers will not relent, and neither shall we." Malta nodded, stealing one more kiss from his lover before setting him down. Both Malta and Floridia watched eagerly as the man reached into his bag, retrieving a glass jar with a Rogue-shaped cover. Inside the jar, a white liquid shimmered and glowed faintly, resembling water in its consistency.

Jerika was not known to term but it sounds scary and she was already too scared and not sure if she wants to know more but what other choice she had. “What is that?” Jerika questioned. “It is a mental condition. He is having certain difficulties in retaining memories from past and processing them” Daulat explained. “Are you saying his memories are fading?” Jerika asked Daulat. “His memories are not reliable. He is confused and so his memories can’t be trusted” Daulat told Jerika making her heartbeat going slow. “So all this time, going through so much and coming back from come and the precipice of death was good for nothing. He can offer nothing to us” Jerika said.

Rosalie chirped as she caught the jealous streak on Loui's face. Rosalie sharpened her sense of smell. The fragrance she was so familiar with was clear. Rosalie sniffed softly. The rancid smell was so fragrant and intoxicating. "Loui. Isn't this the smell of Malia's blood—" Rosalie shook her head and smiled as she found her right side was empty. "Look! How fast he smelled this scent." She muttered. Meanwhile, on the other side, Malia was pressing the wound on her palm as hard as she could. Every now and then she winced in pain.

Understandably, Lemuel, Dolf, and Malia engaged in a spirited and animated conversation. When Alexander leaned down to kiss Jenny's hand, the trio turned to observe them entering the room, abruptly falling silent. Jenny approached Malia's bedside nervously while Alexander took a seat between Lemuel and Dolf, both wearing troubled expressions. Malia's delicate skin was covered in several bandages on her arms and legs, and while Jenny couldn't see any injuries beneath her clothing, she noted that a part of Malia's hair had been singed off in the fire. Malia's face bore a few scrapes, but thankfully, she had mostly escaped the incident unscathed. A small, one-inch scar marred the area just belo

‘Urgh,’ I groaned as all of our alarms went off, ‘I need to stop drinking so much’. My stomach churned and a wave of nausea hit me. I closed my eyes for a second and the nausea passed. We packed our things for the bus ride to Prague, just what I needed, another bus ride while I was feeling like crap. Darcie and Ruth were packed first and made their way to the bus leaving Julie and I alone. ‘Aves’ she started grabbing my attention, ‘what happened with Marshall last night’. I frowned

Before she could react to wipe it away, Mal was already there, licking up the red trail, causing Claire to moan at the feeling of his tongue against her skin. A moan escaped her lips as she tilted her head back, enjoying the sensation of his mouth on her skin. Mal kept licking further up to her throat, then her jaw line. He finally brought his mouth to hers, hovering but not quite touching. “You taste delicious.” He then jumped up from the couch. “I should shower and get dressed for bed. I smell the smoke from Ramona’s ‘herbs’ on me. Are you ok to clean up?” Without waiting for an answer, he walked to the bathroom.