Tae Mo Malaki Novels & Stories

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.

And nothing like when I worked with Kyl at his company writing his memior, this was me, all me. It hit me like a rush of air after being underwater too long, this was mine, I made it happen for me, it was not given to me by Kyl, not controlled, tainted, or tied to him it felt surreal. Mala yanked her phone from her pocket. “We’re celebrating tonight, no arguments. I’m ordering takeout from that Thai place you like, and we’re getting wine.... again” I laughed really hard “Cheap wine?” “The cheapest that still comes in a glass bottle,” she said, grinning like a maniac.

The usual sternness in her tone was gone as she faced her grandchild. “Nice to meet you, Mamala,” Alexis replied politely. Grandma smiled brightly. “What does 'Mamala' mean? It’s the first time I’ve heard that word, apo,” Grandma asked, curious. Alexis grinned before explaining. “'Mamala' means Mama and Lola. It’s a combination—Mamala,” he explained enthusiastically, making Grandma laugh. Even Alec and I couldn’t help but smile.

“I wish you could too babe. I promise to bring as many souvenirs as I can when I’m back. And video calls too. It’ll be like you’re there with me too if we’re always on Facetime. “ “You had better! And don’t forget to try all the delicious food too. Bulgogi, Bibimbap, Kimchi, Korean beef and Soju.” Both their mouths watered as Irene listed all the yummy dishes TJ had to try. “Oh and don’t forget to visit a noraebang!” “Noraebang?” TJ asked, her brows furrowed in confusion. Irene laughed at her bewildered face “A karaoke room dummy. You have to go belt out your favourite K-pop songs! It’s a must!”

"The theme is the Essence of the North. You will use only the ingredients provided. You will use only old tools. No foreign spices or modern tricks. Prove your soul is clean through your craft." I looked at my station. There was a bucket of frozen lake fish, a bag of rough barley, bitter mountain herbs and a jar of animal fat. It was a list of survival. There was no color or sugar. I looked at Malachi. He was an old man with eyes the color of wood smoke. He did not look at his fish. He looked at the ceiling and began to chant. "The fish is cold." Malachi whispered. "The mountain is high. I call the spirits of the frost to lead my hand."

Summer scrunched her nose, thinking hard. "N... E... C... E... S... S... A... R... Y?" Malakai grinned. "Perfect. You nailed it." Summer beamed, bouncing in place. Theo chose that moment to grab Malakai's ear and tug. "Ow—hey, little man," Malakai laughed, gently prying the tiny fingers loose. "That's attached, you know." Theo giggled and patted Malakai's cheek instead. Malakai caught his small hand and kissed his palm.

he batted his lashes. We ate like animals. Liam tried to flip a pancake and it landed on the ceiling. Avery dared Malik to eat a whole chili pepper. He did. Didn’t flinch. Then chased Liam around the table with a glass of milk. “Demon!” Liam screamed, vaulting over a couch. “Respect the spice!” Malik roared. Mason leaned over, voice low. “You good?” I nodded, cheeks full of bacon. “Never better.” He smirked. “Liar.”