Chaos Ian Malcolm Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Well, if he was stupid enough to get himself in trouble like this, then he better be dead.” Hiram still had a prejudice against Sol. After all, Sol betrayed them and their company six years ago and pushed Alexandrei to hide until today. CHAOS I was a pioneering invention of their company, CHAOS. CHAOS stood for their names, Carl, Hiram, Alexandrei, Oliver and Solomon. Sol and Alex were the head of the company as the other three supported the company's business venture. And one fateful morning, six years ago, Sol sold CHAOS I to a rival company without explaining it to them.

I pulled my hand and opened my eyes. "WHAT IS HAPPENING?" I could see the cowering faces of everyone. "We did not foresee this happening," Elder Nehra hesitantly spoke, his neck barred at me in submission. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" They barred their neck lower. I looked at Liv, who was also doing the same. I frowned before Elder Hiranya stood, but his neck was still barred. It's you. It's you. A voice echoed in my head. "STOP TALKING!"

said Chelsea with a small smile " No " said Malcolm shaking his head " you cannot help me , its my own fault and only I can take care of it " Chelsea looked over at Malcolm who looked so young yet so mature . He had changed a lot since the first time , she met him . At first he was just moody , now he was moody , sad and agitated over something that he didn't want to share . His frame had gotten thinner , his black cloak hung loose on his shoulders . And there was this wild and forlorn look in his lava rock eyes . He looked like a deep melancholic character who have suffered the greatest set back and didn't know what to do , Chelsea thought his expression resembled a wounded animal's who was

Chapter 21 As the fated mates took their first step towards the unknown, a distant rumble echoed through the air. The ground beneath them trembled, sending shockwaves of uncertainty through their beings. A tempest brewed on the horizon, dark clouds swirling in a sinister dance. Their eyes widened in alarm as a figure emerged from the storm, a figure they had never anticipated. It was a being of ancient power and malevolence, a harbinger of chaos and despair. The realm gasped in collective disbelief, for the figure was none other than Malachi himself, risen from the depths of oblivion.

Isak shook his head. “And Hana is more than just ‘some human.’ She is my mate or will be if she accepts my mark.” Isak glanced at me, slightly embarrassed. “Okay, I’m done standing around. Either you’re with us or against us, asshole. Either way, I’m going out that door to rescue my girlfriend from your fucked up organization.” Malcolm declared as he headed for the door. “What did I tell you?” Aidan demanded, grabbing him by the collar to keep him with us.

"Such an honour to meet you, Athena. My name is Malcolm." ***

"I can't take this anymore! I am a human being, Aidan, not a lifeless object you can just lock up like this!" Malikha cried out, sobbing heavily. Aidan and Malikha's relationship was like an egg balanced on the edge of a cliff—one slip, and it would shatter completely.

He wiped the tears from his face, “All those people...” He took a step back as Vhalos took a step forward and spoke. “Albian...come now, you knew this day would come...” Albian squared his shoulders and furrowed his brow, his eyes no more than slits, “I knew you dreamed of this plan, but I never knew you would follow through....” He pointed toward Forrest Keep, “Those people...they didn't deserve this...those poor babies...it's pure evil.” Albian kept his gaze on Vhalos, while he paced back and forth, watching the mayhem and watching the scene he was currently in. Finally, Vhalos spoke.

“I hope so, Grand Duchess. Because the realm needs you to succeed… I wish you success.” Then, as if remembering an old ache, he muttered with a tired shake of his head, “But my primary chaos is His Highness, the Crown Prince. He is off on one of his spontaneous disappearances again. He vanished last week. I’ve aged twenty years chasing after him. He never listens.” A soft chuckle escaped me, genuine this time. “Whenever he disappears like this, I‘ve heard he either returns with honor… or treasure. I wouldn’t worry too much.”

"Welcome Callum. I hope you are comfortable here. But if not let Mason know. He will fix it. I am Stephen Malcolm. From today you are unknown to the world outside. You will be living here. I believe Mason would have told you. You are a graduate in Accountings. And that’s really helpful for you in this job, because you will be dealing with lots of numbers. You have to accompany me daily from morning till my last appointment. I will make sure it won’t be that tough for you, considering you are a human, but I expect your dedication, diligence and most of all your loyalty. If you have any issues, come directly to me, but i won’t spare for even a single word behind my back. Your needs will be sat