Tarnished X Malenia Novels & Stories

Xander had a sour mood after all Amelia gave him a good punishment by restricting him from touching her for a week and Liam was getting the silent treatment from his wife making him pout occasionally. Everything was perfect and beautiful. Too unreal but enough real to believe that yes. There is always a bright sun behind a cloudy sky. Their darkness finally ended and the bright sun finally lighten up their lives. They were together. A complete family. ____________________________________ So this is the End of Vengeful Redemption. The purpose of writing this story was to show that some people can regret their wrongdoings and can go to any length to make it right. Like Rose did everything and

“Testing her patience.” Kieran smirked. His hand punched thumb and forefinger together, tapping twice at his chin. “Seeds?” Implying at the thing she does with the little black seeds. Malen nodded, her hands forming small circles near her chest. “Healing drills.” She signed 'injury' by tracing her middle finger down her opposite arm, then shook her head sharply. “Fake.” A quick downward push of both hands. “Skip chores" Her fingers paused midair, then brushed forward. “She saw right through it.”

The assassin smirked, twisting the platinum chain tighter around her throat. Serena’s vision began to blur, dark spots dancing at the edges of her consciousness as the cold metal bit into her skin, almost drawing out blood. But instead of fading into submission, a dormant, feral instinct took over. She was a Moretti. She had spent her entire life surviving in a house of monsters. She was not going to die like a sheep in a slaughterhouse. If she was going down, then she wasn't going down alone for sure.

Going pale, Nora burst into tears, shrieking that he was a deranged lunatic. Guests jeered. "As if Nora could ever be involved with someone like you. Prove it!" "Yeah, do you have evidence?" Nora’s face drained completely. The vagrant, Caleb Turner’s voice cut through the ballroom, "Strip off her dress. There’s a round red birthmark on her upper left thigh." Michael’s face flushed purple with fury. "Get this raving lunatic out of here!" I smirked. This bum might very well be the child’s real father. After all, Michael couldn’t father children.

The sheer disgust dripping off of Madison's tone is enough to shatter my new found confidence into shards. A cold sheen layers her dark blue eyes, making them appear even more cunning and disapproving than ever before. The kindness that I once sawn in them is now nothing but a vivid memory of the faraway past. "I'm s-so–" But before I can finish my sentence James Witherdale, mind you the most handsome guy in school, cuts me off mid speech.

Malina sighed and sat down at the stump of one of the trees. "Hello there." a male voice said, calling out to her. Malina looked up and squinted her eyes at the passer by. "Russell?" She asked, standing up quickly. Tears formed at the base of her eyes and she blinked them away. "What are you doing in Xanthoria?" "Dear wife, you're confused. This isn't Xanthoria. It's Xanthoma." Russell said, wrapping his masculine arms around Malina's small frame. Malina's head snapped at this. Xanthoma was the hereafter. Where all dead Xanthorians go.

I start with volume nine, which covers 1997 to 2001, and I read with my notepad open and my tea getting cold beside me, and I find the name I am looking for on page forty-seven of volume nine. October 31, 1999. Note received from the Moreau family's New Orleans branch regarding a significant working performed by Helena Moreau, third daughter of Celestine Moreau. Helena is confirmed as a hereditary practitioner of considerable ability. The working performed was a binding curse of the highest classification, target: Dominic Alexander Sterling III. Binding medium: the Sterling family fortune. Classification: Generational, self-propagating. Common name within the tradition: The Lover's Ruin. I s

“Fen, I have loved you through many centuries, all stolen to keep us together. We are both wrong. We cannot steal another’s life for our love. It is selfish and cruel. We had our time, and it was beautiful. Now we must set things right.” “You are my true mate.” Fen pleads. She smiles warmly, “That’s the beauty of true mates. You can have more than one. Your new mate is out there, waiting for you. Find her. Love and cherish her as you loved me.” I watch as watery bloody tears fall from Fenrir’s eyes. “I will, Samara.” She nods, “Mazelina?” I step towards her as we begin the process to merge when someone screams, running at us. “NO!”

"Each inch of her skin talks to me in conundrums of jest. Her eyes, her touch,her lips are nothing but tools to hide the insecurities further in their depths. She asks me what I love the most about her scarred self. And I answer, pulling her closer to my chest. "Your imperfection itself" - suzangill ... 2 years later "Will you fuck**** watch the road Del!" Elijah screams, hearing his heart thudding in his chest. While Delia simply smirks at him, still not looking in front.

“I know so…she didn’t glare at me as soon as she woke up this morning, not saying she didn’t do it just seconds after that, but that’s progress, isn’t it…? and she was blushing so much that she could barely even look at me.” “Oh wow…that’s a change, one I certainly don’t believe in.” Xanthus rolled his eyes, folding his thick arms across his chest. “Marlie won’t change that easily, that girl is the reincarnation of satan.” Zhander glared at him. “She’s an angel, don’t call her that and trust me…I’ll show you guys after you accompany me outside to the car to get our things…this is really something I’m glad to celebrate on my birthday.”