Malia Hale の小説・ストーリー

"You really think this one's different, Mom?" Malia asked, her voice laced with skepticism as she dropped her duffel bag in the foyer of their cozy suburban home. She had just gotten home from her first semester at college. At nineteen, Malia was petite, with fair skin that contrasted sharply against her mother's olive tone. People never questioned it, fearing they would be offensive. "You look so much like your father," her mother would always say. Talia, a vibrant woman in her early forties with curves that turned heads, sighed deeply from the kitchen doorway. She wiped her hands on a dish towel, her engagement ring catching the light.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

"So do you have any plans for tomorrow's birthday girl? Amy, the chirpy and quirky one asked in glee. Her eyes took in Malia's every movement. She was Uncle Cole and Aunt Rosalie's daughter. All eyes fell on Malia. Everyone knew exactly how the savage queen planned to spend her day, just like every other birthday. She would be eighteen tomorrow. She was feminine in every way. She had the perfect curves, a wide ass, and a full chest. But she hated things like parties, and every other girlie thing the girls liked to engage in. She rather preferred to be locked up in the field training and getting butts kicked. "Nothing special. Just the normal routine" She dropped, stealing a bottle of water f

Yet, she tolerates those. Malia Holmes is my assistant and best friend. She's been with me since we were in high school and she knows me better than my parents. She witnessed how I shouldered the responsibilities that were passed down to me since I was a kid. Having her as a companion is the best thing that I could wish for. "I've seen the news. The guy just got famous because of you and aside from that... Damn girl, you caught a good one!" Malia sounded excited on the phone and appreciated her now scolding me.

but as Alexia Skylar Hale, im known to be work along side my father, in the company, of course. My father is Chris Hale. The owner of the Hale company. We're the second most well known family because of our company. The mafia shit is private. And for the mafia as well, we're second. And i have no issue with that at all. Matter of fact, neither does my father.

A year later, Malia was now fully aware of her powers, and no, she didn't practice safe magic. Her favorite pastime was turning the maids into any animal of her choice. Her mother would have to yell and yell before she released her suspect. One time, she went too far and completely drained the life out of one of the maids. She would have run if I hadn't chanted a spell that kept her rooted in one place until she confessed what she did.

Derek shakes his head but smiles as he follows her inside. "Malia, do you still like that loser?" Scott asks inside the big hall. Talia says, "Malia, you saw how useless he is. He found another girl fast. It is shameful!" Malia looks calm now. "I am done with him. What he does is not my business. He just brought her to make me mad." Scott grits his teeth. "That girl is Lydia Hale. She is the top pack girl. I do not know why she likes Derek." Malia smiles like she knows a secret.

Banshee took it from him and sipped it a little before she started to speak. "Alyssa, my daughter is having issues with someone from her school" Banshee began her statement with that. "Firstly that is not good news and secondly that is non of my business. She is a witch, I'm sure she can sort herself out" he nodded his head and he picked up a paper in front of him. "I strongly believe that the person she is talking about is Mia" Banshee's blurted out gaining his attention as he dropped the paper to look at her with eyes and mouth open.

“That is a fucking lie!” She screamed! “Is he right?” Kyle asked and Malia glared at Draven before turning to Kyle. “No baby, that is a lie. You trust me right?” She asked giving him a look and Kyle nodded, Xalia rolled her eyes and scoffed at how gullible Kyle was to her. “Just so you know, your wife was once a whore.” Malia said to Draven and Xalia froze. Why does Malia have to bring that up now? She is not wrong though but she has tried to bury the memories of it.

Thalia responded, seamlessly transitioning from business to attend to her surroundings. "Detective Wallace is here," Marie informed, adding an unexpected twist to the routine. "Show him into my office. I will be there in a minute." "Okay, Mom," Marie walked back, leaving an air of anticipation in the room. "Detective Wallace? What do you have with that man?" George inquired, highlighting the intrigue surrounding Thalia's connection with law enforcement. "I'm his informant. We talk about Gabriella. Is that enough for you, George?" Thalia answered politely with no hesitation, subtly revealing her dual roles.