Stiles And Malia Novels & Stories

"You really think this one's different, Mom?" Malia asked, her voice laced with skepticism as she dropped her duffel bag in the foyer of their cozy suburban home. She had just gotten home from her first semester at college. At nineteen, Malia was petite, with fair skin that contrasted sharply against her mother's olive tone. People never questioned it, fearing they would be offensive. "You look so much like your father," her mother would always say. Talia, a vibrant woman in her early forties with curves that turned heads, sighed deeply from the kitchen doorway. She wiped her hands on a dish towel, her engagement ring catching the light.

"Anyway, what brings you guys here? You look like you’re about to explode with news. Did something happen at the hospital?" Stiles looked at Grey, and they both grinned. "We just came from the hospital," Stiles said. "It's twins. A boy and a girl." Sky screamed and hugged them both. "Fuck! I knew it! Oh, Rilly and Sia are going to have so much fun teaching a little girl how to cause trouble!"

‎ ‎The door to her room clicked shut. ‎ ‎I stared at the empty hallway. ‎ ‎“Is something wrong?” Jayden asked. ‎ ‎“No,” I said automatically. ‎ ‎But I wasn’t entirely sure. ‎ ‎That evening, Malia stood at the window again. ‎ ‎City lights reflecting in her eyes. ‎ ‎She lifted her phone and scrolled through images from previous galas. ‎ ‎Women in gowns. ‎ ‎Men in tailored suits. ‎ ‎Power displayed like currency. ‎ ‎Her reflection stared back at her from the glass.

Her face was flushed with anger, her hands shaking at her sides. "Talia, speak up the truth! You used your body to negotiate. If the vice president finds out..." Malia was still talking when Talia cut her off. "Malia, let me tell you. Spreading rumors is illegal! You don’t have the right to talk to me that way. Understand!?" Talia's voice was a fierce, controlled burst of anger. Her face was flushed with indignation, and she glared at Malia, her posture rigid and defiant. Malia’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth opening in a silent gasp. She took a step back, her body language reflecting her stunned realization.

The wolves reached the office door just as Mal exited bumping into Stacy and dropping his papers. “Shit! Sorry Mal.” She said as she bent down to help him collect the scattered paperwork. “Stacy?” he asked before noticing Dominic, “Dom!” nobody called him Dom. “Mal, good to see you,” Dominic replied. “We both know that isn't true, the only reason you would come to see me is if there is a problem.” He couldn't be more right, Mal and Dominic while friends only ever talked during times of strife, Stacy on the other hand took every chance she got to see Mal, though she would never admit it she kind of loved him, he helped her when she was still young and their connection became stronger when she

Emily walked alongside Mia who wasn't paying any attention to her "Do you want to see your mummy?" Emily asked and pretended as if she was about to cry. "Oh wait, you don't have a mummy or a daddy" Emily laughed, she was simply nothing but a spoiled brat who taunted other kids just because her parents were in partnership with the owners of the school. Mia, who didn't even spare Emily a glance initially, turned to look at Emily with her breathing heavily and giving Emily a killer look. Mia pushed Emily to the floor and pounced on her, Emily raised an alarm and she was soon taken off Emily.

Is that Malia and Michel are going to get engaged" "What" "What" "What" "What"

Prime real estate. And there was Tyler, bless his dramatic ass, sitting in the plastic chair with a red Sharpie rash all over his neck and arms, scratching like he had fleas. He caught my eye through the glass and winked. I hid my laugh behind my coffee. Ten minutes later Malia walked in, white coat crisp, ponytail swinging, looking like she owned the place. She called Tyler’s name, all fake-sweet professional voice. He stood up slowly , wobbling a little for effect. “Finally. I’ve been waiting forever.”

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. "I-I just tripped," Malia said hastily, trying to play it cool as she scrambled to her feet. Timothee sat up and rubbed his eyes and towered over Malia, "It's okay, Malia." Malia nodded and felt a little shaken as she heard him utter his name, "I-I didn't mean to fall out of bed." Timothee smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder, "You should be careful. Especially since you're now pretending to be Bianca."

Rylee's POV: "Alpha Malaika, Nash's uncle," my eyes widened in shock when I saw the man who sat in a corner of the bar, discussing with a woman and drinking his liquor. His gaze was fixated on me, making me blush, while his lips moved and spoke to the woman in front of him. I frowned when I saw that he had company. How could I be smiling at a man like Alpha Malakai at this point? Alpha Malakai Preston was a notorious bad boy Alpha. Rumors had it that he had slept with many shameless unmated she-wolves in our pack who were hopeful they would become his Luna.