Chaos Ian Malcolm Novels & Stories

I almost trip over a torso before I see a body fall from the sky, the man clutches his stomach and swirls his fingers around, enclosing his abdomen with a blue mist-oh its Malcom. Wow, he looks ugly. What’s wrong with his face, I am pretty sure he didn’t look like this when we left the witch kingdom. It’s not that his face is bloody or bruised up, it’s twisted into folds in some abnormal way. “Get to her, you need to waver over her before she gets stronger, get the fuck up and go do something, use your fire while she gets distracted. “Stop ordering me around, you are entirely useless. I give Malcom a smirk before propelling myself upwards

Jacob continued, “Aiden has agreed to fix things with Lena. If that’s what this is about, fine. Let him marry her. Let’s just end this madness.” Malcolm’s laugh was short and bitter. “You think that’s the problem? That’s not the problem!” He took a step forward. “The problem is that every single one of you has lost your mind. I raised men—strong, disciplined men. Not fools who fight over a servant.” Caleb stepped between them, his expression cold. “That’s enough.” Malcolm’s eyes flashed. “What did you say to me, boy?” Caleb’s jaw tightened. “I said that’s enough, Father. She’s not leaving.”

“But I like you, Rowan. You never begged.” “I’m not begging now,” I said. She shrugged. “No. But you’re bleeding. That’s close enough. I keep my promises, so I am here to make the others bleed.” Next came Malik Rami, tall, lean, with glasses perched on his nose and gloves that never left his hands. He was called ‘The Architect’, not for buildings, but for chaos. He once shut down a nation’s power grid for thirty-six hours to eliminate three names from a kill list.

Finally, with courage, i turned in his direction and his narrowed gaze and hardened Jaw found mine. Malcolm was the fourth man that wasn’t on the list. Why was he in Omni-corp?

Victor suddenly asked while they were walking. Malcolm's heart skipped a beat hearing the question. It was a topic he wanted to avoid. But since Victor was asking him directly, he didn't dare to lie, because Victor could easily find out the truth. He couldn't imagine what Victor would do to him in that case. "There are no more Hexians here, sir," Malcolm answered cautiously. "But please don't be mad. They weren't all killed. Many of them have been relocated. Only Ian and his people know exactly where they were relocated to."

DAMON Malcolm George was Kelvin's closest friend in Landera and if anyone knew what was going on, it was Malcolm. Malcolm was a shapeshifter and also a lawyer based in Landera. Mason was on the wheels driving to Malcolm's home, singing and as usual, trying to hit the high notes.. which he fails every damn time. Malcolm lived in Landera but his house was at the other side of the town so it would take a little while before getting there.

Anastasiya Van Houten Paralyzed. That was the only word that could explain my situation at this moment. Paralyzed with fear—not just of Malcom, but of the sheer fact that I might not be able to save my body. Because behind Malcom stood one man. Not just any man. Agent Fourteen. Maxwell Richter. Before I climbed my way up the ranks in Nova Command, I endured thousands of defeats. I had been thrown off my feet so many times by masochism, cruelty, and power struggles that I knew exactly when to admit defeat.

she added and made to go but he held her back. “Let go” aurora blurted again but this time Malcolm glared at her and she kept still. She has seen his sad, happy and angry faces but this face was different, he looked dominating and evil? “What is this nonsense?” Malcolm asked Angeline while his eyes were glaring daggers at her. Angeline fidgeted for a while, she didn’t know how to start talking not when he had that manacing look on his face. “Speak!!!”” Angeline flinched, “i just came to know how she was feeling after Liam’s death”

Dressed in a sharp dark coat, his eyes glinted with cruel amusement. “Well, well, look who fell right into my hands,” he said, clapping slowly. “Vivian, the fearless leader. Jasper, always hot-headed. Julian, the cynic. And Tasha, still trying to prove she’s not useless.” He smirked. “Quite the reunion.” Jasper surged forward, only for the rope to yank him back down. “Where’s Liam, you son of a–” Malcolm crouched in front of him, tilting his head mockingly. “Liam’s… safe, for now. But how long he stays that way depends on you.”

Grace Ellinton went to her cousin's wedding for three things... champagne, cake, and the possibility of leaving before anyone dragged her into a family argument. Instead, she woke up the next morning with a diamond ring on her finger, a pounding headache, and Ethan Bramhall lying beside her. Her husband. Unfortunately, Ethan isn't just any husband. He's Manhattan's most ruthless billionaire. The man who once humiliated Grace during a career pitch and earned himself a permanent spot on her mental list of people she would happily push into traffic. Now he's refusing to annul their marriage. According to Ethan, their accidental wedding couldn't have happened at a better time. His company is fac