Chaos Ian Malcolm Novels & Stories

Ryan Goddamned Malcolm. He just couldn’t keep his mouth shut for once, could he? I swear, that man lived for chaos. Sitting there with that smug look like he’d just done something noble, when in truth, he was just trying to start fires and watch me burn in them. I didn't want him telling Tobias anything, how about I just do it myself since he already knows. "Enough, Malcolm. I’ll handle this.” Malcolm raised his brows, pretending like he didn’t know what I meant.

Malcolm waited on the next landing. "I'm coming!" She stomped up the steps with the sound of the Switzman chuckling behind her. Jeez, why was Malcolm in such a foul mood all of the sudden? "While we're on the subject of security, there's one more problem I'd like to discuss." He closed his eyes momentarily and took a deep breath. "And what would that be?" He ascended the next flight of steps. "It's about Ian. He's too young for such dangerous work."

the asked "Your drink, miss," the bartender said as he pushed a glass with crushed ice and a clear blue liquid inside, She thanked him and took a sip, then she turned to the man beside her, "This is my first time out of my cabin," "What've you been doing there that kept you locked up for six days?" "That's private," Nya answered, "Not really something I'd discuss with a stranger," The man held out his hand, "Terrance Quinn, but my friends call me Terror,"

"P-Please... mercy...!" "Who sent you?” I snapped. "Speak, or I will tear your head off right now.” The man choked, trembling. "B-Black... Black Falcon...!" Before I could demand another word, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his body convulsed before going completely limp in my grip. He was dead. I dropped his body to the ground, frowning in confusion. Black Falcon...? What is that? “Doesn’t matter,” I whispered to myself as my pounding heartbeat dropped.

The poor girl. Malcolm glared at the doctor who quickly went to work. The last thing he wanted to do right now was to anger this man who stood like the god of death. He could only silently pity whoever was behind this. Malcolm's aura turned ten times darker. He quickly turned to his men, “I want whoever is behind this to be presented to me in the next twelve hours.” He ordered before barging out of the room. He couldn’t believe he nearly killed his wife!!

I know that I am to fulfil the prophecy and save the world from the chaos that was coming but now that he talked about Morgana’s plan i couldn't place a finger on what it is. “What is she going to do with me?” Before he could answer there was a zap from nearby, a sound i was too familiar with, it was a portal opening. Malcolm didn’t seem bothered that there was an intruder, infact he looked calm as his eyes focused on mine. “You’re late.” he said and when the face came into the corner my mouth dropped open. “Miera?”

– Mia asks again – “Every time you and I are together, there will be conflicts and arguments. Every conversation ends in the displeasure of both. Why are you still doing this?” Malcolm doesn't answer, he just motions for the servants to bring the food. Just as David predicted, today they are going to eat beef sandwiches with mashed potato sauce, along with some herbal chicken soup, for Malcolm. The food table is smoky, looking extremely hearty. There is more food today than usual because of Malcolm's presence. Mia sees the worried faces of several cooks but she doesn't know why. After the eating utensils he cleans, he begins to eat. Mia, confused as to why someone who rarely does everything

I am even more surprised to find my stomach churning at the sight of Jesse watching Jake with very intense eyes. Something is seriously wrong with me. “I have a theory.” Mave says, snapping my attention back to him. I lean forward, ready for any sort of solutions, time is running out for us. “He is part of a cult.” “What?!” Mave shrugs, his brows doing a weird dance that reminds me of what Jesse said about his forehead, I suppress a chuckle. “Think about it, what other group of people are tight lipped and have their records sparkling clean?”

No reply came. But in his chest, the bond pulsed again. Stronger. And in that silence, he knew. She remembered something. Whether it was pain… or him… he didn’t know. But soon, he would. And then the real chaos would begin. Because Darian Draven wasn’t just a mate seeking love. He was a king seeking what was stolen. And he would not stop until every shadow was burned and every truth laid bare—until she stood beside him, whole, free, and his.

Daniel remained silent. Malcolm walked away from the damaged vehicle slowly before stopping near another black car parked nearby. “You know why weak people irritate me?” he asked without looking back at Daniel. “Because life does not pause simply because somebody is suffering somewhere.” Daniel listened quietly. “My wife is missing,” Malcolm continued coldly. “The media must not get hold of what is happening." His grip tightened slightly around the glass. “Yet I still wake up every morning handling everything because weakness solves absolutely nothing.”