Chaos Ian Malcolm 소설 & 이야기

He stormed down the stairs even as he grabbed his cell and punched a number in. “Owen.” He didn’t even wait for the other male to great him, “Headquarters, now.” In less than than three minutes, a male, almost as tall as he was came jogging up to the front of the building. “Boss?” Owen stopped when he saw the furry in Malcom’s face. “She’s gone. My mate.” Malcom’s voice broke. He was torn between sorrow and anger. Who had taken her from him? How had they penetrated his security?

Levi Malcolm Birth: 12 March 1988, England Only child. Son of David and Elizabeth Malcolm. Heir to the noble Malcolm family. The Malcolm family serves the queen. They are the "guard dogs" of the queen. Both fearless and trustworthy, no one suspects the Malcolm family for anything. Neither do they suspect the family of being their natural enemies. Till one day, the noble house has been burnt down into flames. The entire family was found dead and everyone mourned over their death. All bodies weren't retrieved and the queen had justified it was bandits' attempt to kill her starting from her "guard dogs" and therefore didn't investigate further.

I had just realized I've had so much to bare and the only way I had to forget I had such problems was to block everything out and get it out unknowingly to anyone around me. "I'm so sorry, honey." Shamali soothed. Ian just rubbed circles with his thumb on my shoulder, comfortably seated on the armrest. "So, anyway-if my parents, by any chance, come looking for me here, please call me. Here's my number." I said, handing Ian the card. I stood up, completely forgetting the glass in my hand and it slipped just as Ian received the card. The glass broke, spilling its contest all around the floor. Thank God it wasn't carpeted.

Cold sweat poured down his face like rain. "You've committed countless atrocities and harmed countless lives, yet you still wish to survive?" Gideon sneered. "No!" Malcolm shrieked. "Don't kill me! I'm a disciple of Daemonium Sect. If you kill me, there will be dire consequences—" Before he could finish his sentence, Malcolm exploded. His entire body was torn apart, leaving nothing intact. He was dead beyond question. "Daemonium Sect?" Gideon showed no concern. "Lysander!" "Here!" Lysander, who had been silently grilling meat and doing chores, hurried over.

For the first time since this whole mess began, she felt a genuine smile spread across her face. “Well,” she said, cracking her knuckles dramatically, “it’s a good thing chaos is my superpower.” The next three days were a blur of pure chaos, and Deja was living for it. While Trevor fine-tuned their digital arsenal, diving deep into the wild world of secure servers and cyber espionage like a caffeinated hacker in a heist movie, and Nico worked his charm on the SEC investigator (who, naturally, was an old ex-girlfriend—because why wouldn’t they be?), Deja was laser-focused on one thing: The Ultimate Distraction.

Ambrosia POV: When we got down to the cells I could hear them shuffling things around. I turned the corner to see that Xander had put duct tape all around his hands to keep him from scratching anyone and a muzzle around his face in case he wanted to try to bite anyone. "Has he said anything?" I asked. "No, just keeps laughing randomly. I think he is literally insane." Xander replied. I wasn't even sure if he could have a full conversation given how far along the infection was. "What is your name?" I asked looking at him. The very sight of him made my skin crawl, he stared right back at me with a large smile on his face. "I'm trying to do this the nice way so that we don't have to invade your

Asha stood frozen, pulse too loud, emotions too close to the surface. The next morning, when the bell chimed again, she didn’t expect him, He entered like a storm dressed as a CEO tall, precise, self-contained, eyes sharp enough to cut through her lingering heartbreak His gaze found her instantly Kian Vale, She recognized him from the billboard across the street youngest CEO in Vale Systems history,Billionaire,Tech mogul, The man whose company basically wrote the rules the industry played by and also the arrogant man from the other night who was fucking the dirty slut .

--- “Clay. Clay Phineas Johnson” ‘What the actual fuck!’ I stunned and dropped my utensils when that name was mentioned. 'Of all the men in the world, why is it have to be him!' Clay e Johnson, huh? Now I just heard the name of Xiera's stupid-cheating-jerk-ex again.

Raine responded, "The problem is that I can't control it. I can't turn it off." "So you hacked at it but not entirely?" asked Lani. "Yeah. There's something that's preventing me from control it. Maybe because the system is just so strong," Raine added, "Anyways, I want to enter the room for my secret investigation but the security cameras in that area is turned on. That means they might thing that I'm being suspicious." "I get it," said Zane, "You want to turn off the security cameras at the area in order for you to enter Room 307."

Malcolm: [Abigail, you the girl in that July 13th video? Malcolm: [If that's you, I'm getting Xander to wipe it off the net. Gone for good.] Malcolm: [Who tried to mess with you? This is making my blood boil. Tell me who they are. If Xander doesn't step in, I've got your back.] When Abigail did not respond right away, Malcolm sent another message: [Hey, why no answer? You home crying or something? Hey, chin up! You're basically the queen of Zane Corporation. With Xander around, you've got nothing to worry about.]