Novel & Cerita Mala

Becca joined in on the fight with Mr. Seghal against Malia using a ball of her fire power as Mr. Seghal tried to physically tackle her. Malia spun away from Mr. Seaghal’s close grasp as she used a ball of water bigger that Becca’s fireball which quenched the fire in mid air as she aimed it at Mr. Seghal. Before he could drudge the attack he was hit by the water ball. He was caught off guard and was now drenched.

I was rubbing my temple with my palm trying to ease the banging in my head when Mala walked in. Mala being her escentric self choose to wear a ghotic look. She wore all black- shorts, blouse, boots, eyeliner, hair , lipstick.. even her nails were painted black. "Oh my God Mala, what's with your dark look, you look like Dracula's bride." I told her lightly laughing. She smiled back at me and placed the bag she held on the table by the visitors chair. "Girl, I am feeling powerful today, just wanted to express it."

Tendrils of black vapor curl and twist around its jagged silhouette, hissing softly as if the chair itself is alive, hungering for something just out of reach. Malachi’s appearance is no less commanding. His skin, a deep obsidian, glistens faintly, intricate runes etched across its surface. They pulse dimly, shifting like molten lava beneath the surface. His horns arch back from his brow in smooth, gleaming curves. Golden eyes blaze beneath, twin infernos that pierce the room with a feral intensity.

For every wound they inflicted upon my family, I will carve their downfall into history. I, Regina Anderson, will rule this land. The Grand Duchy is mine to command, mine to protect. And by my hand, the Andersons will rise, greater, stronger, unchallenged. All those who underestimated me for being a woman will see what happens when a woman burns with fury. They have only ever known the rage of men. Loud, reckless, predictable. But I will not scream; I will not rant. My rage will be quiet and merciless. My eyes gleamed dark with purpose.

I edge forward and slide my dainty hand into his huge paw. I sense Mal’s unease and say, “It’s okay, Mal. I’m here. Show me all your dreams and all the nightmares that plague you.” “Kaiya, I can’t. Not in one nap or even one night. It will take a long time,” Malleus replies in a voice as parched as the scorched earth beneath our feet. “No need to rush. Tell me about this one. What can you tell me?” “Nothing. This one is new.”

Mala always wanted Moon but Moon was never interested in a bitchy person that Mala was. Mala was done carving her face. Melody brought a mirror and showed it to Ocean. Ocean screamed loudly seeing her horrible face. The triplets and Mala laughed at her misery. Mala still didn't feel satisfied with whatever she had done to Ocean. She gritted her teeth and cut both of Ocean's wrists.

Did she know how unsafe these places were? I paused for a minute, taking the new metallic smell in. It smelt a lot like blood. My blood ran cold and my lost strength returned. They say to expect the unexpected but I wasn't ready to dash head-on in front of a chimera. Maisy was frozen, unable to move or even breathe. She was scared to the bone. The monster turned in my direction, baring out its yellow canines in aggression. It was probably reminded of our last duel. It totally ignored Maisy's presence and charged at me.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.