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.

‎ ‎The screen displayed a breaking headline. ‎ ‎CEO Removes Woman from Stage During Anniversary Gala ‎ ‎And beneath it— ‎ ‎A photo. ‎ ‎Jayden standing beside Melissa. ‎ ‎Exactly where Malia had been minutes earlier. ‎ ‎Malia’s stomach twisted. ‎ ‎She turned abruptly and pushed through the ballroom doors. ‎ ‎Outside, the night air felt colder than expected. ‎ ‎A black car waited at the curb. ‎ ‎She slid into the back seat. ‎ ‎The door shut. ‎ ‎Her phone buzzed immediately.

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.

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."

I don't think any of us thought so. "Holy fucking hell! Where's Malia and what did you do to her?" Louis was the first to speak. Malia rolled her eyes, moving her perfect black lashes. Shirley and Kayla did one hell of a job. She wore black skinny jeans that gripped her legs, trailing her perfect curve. She often hides under baggy pants and workout clothes. It was paired with a single-strap cropped top that tugged at her full chest. Her shoulder-length brown hair was transformed as well into perfect curls.

She smiled at them and they faked a smile back. “How the hell is Aiden friends with her?” Aria asked and Kate chuckled. “Never going to take your eyes off her?” Michael asked as he stood next to Dalvin but he didn't respond. “You are staring at her too much.” “She is my wife. I can stare at her until my last breath,” he replied without taking his eyes off Aria. Michael chuckled a little before speaking up. “Did you hear? Star moved and Stiles is running his family company in Chicago.”

"My inner wolf won't rest until Derek Hale is completely dead. And by the way, my eyes have taken a good look at Malia's body. She is quite the breathtaking beauty for a young Luna. Now that her soft skin is inside my dark citadel hands, you don't expect my old wolf not to have some raw, dominant fun with her body, do you? Her cries will sound sweet tonight." The line goes completely dead with a sharp click, leaving Jackson's hands trembling violently as he holds the device. Malia was his chosen woman, yet Gerard had just told his face directly that the rogue wolves were going to take her body and have their way with her skin inside the den. Jackson's face twists with pure rage and intense h

(Sexual Content) Johrir/Creed It's been months since Malia ran away from home without a trace, I have been looking for her everywhere but she was nowhere to be found and probably cloaked. We had Sheila look for her using Vivianne's old magic and found a house she was at but when we got there she was gone and the search continued. She had been taking the breakup with T.J. hard, I knew she wanted him back and as time progressed, T.J. married, Baye. I also learned that Connor Toombs, T.J.'s Gamma, was Malia's mate and wanted nothing more than to find her and talk to her. I still lived in Vivianne's house because of my kids and gave my mates the space they needed, their son was around four now o