Tarnished X Malenia Novels & Stories

Clara says, checking herself in the mirror and applying her lipstick. "Who am I dealing with again?" June asks, remembering she hadn't been given a name. "Miles White." Clara replied and June's heart dropped. Whoever didn't know whose name that was, was probably unalike. No way she had gotten herself in this much trouble with the Whites. They were a lineage of endless billionaires and anything they blessed bloomed but what they cursed, withered. But then when she remembered why she was doing all of this, she didn't care if she shot down the president as long as she learned what happened amidst lies and truth for her deceased father's sake and her mother's treatment she was even more willing

Hearing the string of words that flowed smoothly from the pair of ripe valves belonging to the Hybrid, Archie, Malia spontaneously lowered her head while squeezing her fingers. Those words managed to bring the girl surnamed Hale back to the images that she herself was too lazy to visualize, when she heard a series of provocative sentences uttered by Irina Skarsgard some time ago. Her pair of round eyes seemed to sparkle because the tears started to fall down, Malia's amber beads looked teary, almost crying. Her heart throbbed painfully at the thought of what Loui had done with that Skarsgard Girl. Smell Loui's body? Seriously! They touch each other? Or... Have sex? Malia is constantly at war

"Lucian, we can't fight over this right now, this deal is beneficial to the both of us and I won't sabotage it, we can't waste any time, my daughter could be in even more danger as we speak!" I held his stare, still deciding on whether I could but it or not, if it turned out that he was messing with me, I'll fucking kill him, for now, finding My Brie was the most important. I barked out the orders. She was to be found at all cost. My name is Lucian Castiel, but most people prefer to call me vengeance. There are two kinds of people, those that respected me and the ones who are afraid of me.

Surely with damage like that to her clothes, there had to be something horrible on her body. As she looked over her light brown skin there was nothing. Aside from the old scars that littered her smooth skin, she was blemish-free. Part of her wanted to see them again. The curiosity was killing her. But that wasn’t what she was there for. Boys were fun but she ran across the country to hide from her family and her ex. Zira wanted to get through school and find the perfect place to plant roots and hide.

With James, it had only ever been love but now, without him, I was afraid of who I was turning into. ’I am too’ Xena growled, shaking her head as she stepped away into the back of my mind. We were on the verge of being overtaken by the shadow, splotches of my soul turning dark. For every moment passed that James didn't wake, I was afraid I would lose my light. ”Hey,” Malia stuck her head in and I sat up on the bed. ”I called Raven, she’s on her way with some of her friends. They will arrive here tonight,” I nodded my head, this plan might actually work.

"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. But, I really do feel weird, Sandy." He rubbed his now red arm before studying me, not saying anything. "Now, you're the one who makes me feel weird." I pointed at him. He remained silent. "Stop that!" I pushed his face away. Sandrius took my arm, and pulled me closer to him, staring intently at my eyes. "You fucking bastard. Get off of my mate!" Kielton growled. "I think Xanthe's wolf is back." Sandrius said to Kielton.

I thought I was used to their harsh words and their belittling stares but I was wrong because you are can never get used to evil unless you are evil. Hi, rude of me to not have introduced myself. My name is Malia Anderson and this is my story. I am a living Cinderella with no prince in sight. I am not going to bore you with the details of my life or that of my parents, which everyone says died a miserable death and of which I would not be an exception. You see I wasn't born like others. I am different. I was born weak. I am an Omega and here, being an Omega doesn't count you as being part of the living. I still do not understand why I have to go through hell all because of my wolf nature, th

I had no idea she was even connected to this world outside the Moonbeam Pack. I tried to avoid her, but before I could turn away, she stepped into my path. “Well, well, well.” She sneered. “Look who’s playing dress up.” I clenched my fists at my sides, willing myself to stay calm. “I don’t know you,” I said, my voice steady. “Please excuse me.” Her lip curled into a cruel smile. “Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t remember me, Rowena. The rejected Luna. The murderer.”

Didn't want to break whatever spell had let her finally stop running. Instead, I just watched her. Memorized the way her lashes cast shadows on her cheeks. The small scar on her collarbone I'd asked about once and she'd deflected. The way her lips were slightly parted, still swollen from last night. She was beautiful. Not in the obvious way. Not like Rhianna with her calculated perfection and designer everything. Mali was beautiful in the way real things were beautiful. Flawed. Complex. More interesting the closer you looked.

she continued slowly. “Powerful.” Her voice hardened. “Ruthless.” My stomach twisted. “She trusted him,” Malia said. “She loved him.” Harrison shifted weakly behind me. I didn’t look back. “But he abandoned her,” Malia went on. “Left her with nothing.” Her voice rose slightly. “He destroyed her career.” “He ruined her reputation.” “He took everything from us.” Anger surged through me. “That’s not true!” I shouted. The words echoed through the mansion.