Stiles And Malia Novels & Stories

"Fuck! It was supposed to be a surprise!" But it's a surprise. Malia, the pink-haired teenager bolts in with headphones on. She stops and looks at us suspiciously then she sees the ring on the ground. Malia screams. "Guys!!! We're having a proposal here!!!" Shit! ^^^^^^^^

I then notice that he's talking to me, so I switch my focus to him. "Bitch did you rob a bank or sumn this ride is sweet!" "Nope I've just been seeing your dad alot lately, especially at night's if you know what I mean" I smirk at the disgusted look on his face. He whispered something under his breath like "that's why I fucking hate this bitch" or whatever ,it's not like I care anyways. "So where we all headed?" I asked a bit confused. "OH, Malia said we should all meet her at Wreckers in a couple of minutes," Stacey said.

A collective chorus of groans immediately echoed around the table but I didn’t care, I just locked my forearms securely around her, keeping her as close to me as possible. She tried to wiggle free. “Lucian!” “Stay still, princess,” I whispered into her ear. “Keep squirming like that and we’ll have bigger problems to worry about.” She stopped immediately and even from this angle, I could see the dark red tint completely consuming the tips of her ears. I smirked to myself, a dark sense of satisfaction settling deep in my chest. “Can you two please have some microscopic shred of respect for the single community?” Malia grumbled from two seats down, aggressively stabbing a strawberry with her fo

Maverick The thing about Malia was she thought she was so good at hiding. She walked into the kitchen in the morning, hair looking half dried like she hadn’t used a blow dryer, and she didn’t even look at me. She just dropped her bag on the counter like I didn’t exist, but I caught her ears flush pink when she passed too close to me. That was the tell. The heat always hit her skin before it hit her voice, and once you noticed it, you couldn’t unsee it.

"I may not be allowed to speak in this kind of situation, but I could not take it anymore. Malia is a member of the family. The sole heir of this company." "If you have nothing reasonable to share, Mr. Stevenson, better shut your mouth. Always know your place. You're just a mere employee with a minimum paycheck. Right, of course, you cared for her because you already brought a house for the two of you, right?" Everyone, including Don Lucas, Roland, and Malia's mom even stabbed me with their sharp stares. Roland, who has no idea about the set-up, was taken aback. "What do you mean by that?" he asked without dropping his gaze from me.

Pierre extended his compliments. Looking at this couple, Malaika somehow thought about the possibility of being together with Yulli someday. Pierre and Yeti looked fine together. It was like they were a pair made by the goddess. They were both nineteen, and their good physical attributes made Malaika insecure. Especially that Seti was remarkably tall and slender. While her height was just average. Malaika’s built was slightly muscular because of her intense training.

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?”

The Jocks and cheerleaders of Malcolm High. Yeah! Today is my lucky day. Not! This was their usual hang out spot and they also kept mistreating Makaila whenever she was the one waiting their table. They all sat on the big table and one of the Jocks yelled for a waitress. Makaila made her way to their table. "Awww look, It's our favourite weirdo. How revolting." One of the cheerleaders, Cassandra scoffed. Makaila ignored what she said and brought out her note pad.

Stella answered and started looking for a room. Daisha stopped in front of the meat section and looked for something she would buy, "Are you sure that they are fine spending their time with each other?" Darrel asked her while pushing the cart. "Of course, you don't trust me huh!" Daisha answered and glared at him. "Not that I don't trust you but Stella is going to be married to Brandon's brother." Darrel said, which made Daisha stop.

A few minutes later, Gisele and I were walking down the narrow hallway in the Packhouse. “What is it that you wanted to tell me?” I asked as she was taking longer. She paused, her eyes wandering around as if trying to make sure that no one was listening… Then she leaned in and whispered, “I feel the attack has something to do with Stiles,” I blinked. Who the fuck is Stiles? “Who is… Stiles?” She sighed, “Stiles Ashfang… He's Alpha Kael's cousin. I think he's trying to take his hatred for Alpha Kael on you,”