Novel & Cerita Descendants Mal Ben

Lucifer added and he returned to his position after bowing to the two elders and giving a farewell. “This will surely be handed down as a legacy to the future generation, does it not, Mr. Ben?” Dean Malcolm stated to his trusted Mr. Ben who also serves as an adviser to the Dean, especially when it comes to the board meetings and projects that involve the school and the well- being of the students. “Indeed it will. and I am sure that the future generation will always try to best the past.” Mr Ben replied with a humble chuckle in the end, that his shoulders had to shake due to his generous chuckle. Dean Malcolm nodded in return as he proceeded to watch the making of the propps by the participa

"You even tried to instigate them by shooting a video. Luckily, Joshua was alert and stopped your plan. "Leave. Leave now!" He pointed to the door. "If you want to continue with your plan, leave Merchant City now. Don't bring the whole family down with you. The other family members had suffered enough because of you and grandmother!" Malcolm squinted as he looked at his dad, whom he felt was a stranger. A sarcastic smile appeared on his face. "So are you going to disown me now? I know that you never have any high hopes for me, always thinking that I'm a burden. All this time, the person who you loved has always been that wench, Lucy Hamilton. But…"

“You’re really going through with this.” Adrian remained silent. Malcolm chuckled softly. “You’ve turned into quite the thorn in everyone’s side, Adrian.” Adrian maintained his steady gaze. “Are you going to help or not?” Malcolm scrutinized him for a moment, weighing the potential risks of siding with a man intent on dismantling Dante’s empire. Finally, with a quiet sigh, he retrieved a neatly folded paper from his coat pocket. “Dante does have a private estate,” Malcolm said, handing it over. “Off the grid, minimal staff, high security.”

“Thirty years ago, I was saved by Jacob Stalon. Even as a Lycan, with no love lost for Werewolves, we Lycans never forget our debts. When I heard Jacob Wensiker was killed, his throne usurped, and rumors said none of his descendants survived, I was furious. But with no heir left alive, there wasn’t much I could do to restore the honor of that fallen Alpha.” “For twenty-five years, I believed those cursed rumors. But when I found out Jacob’s last descendant had been hidden away by a servant, and that her fated mate is *you*—well, I won’t lie. It was unsettling, especially since you’re already engaged. But seeing your determination today, I figured I might as well open up a bit more.” “So what

When the doctor finishes tending to our daughters, ensuring that both of them are healthy and strong, he smiles warmly at us, sharing in our joy as he gently places Zena and Kamila in my arms. "They have the mark of royalty," he says quietly, drawing our attention to the birthmarks on their hips. “It’s a symbol of their destiny.” Ethan and Arnold exchange a glance. Right now, I know that their hearts are filled with hope for the future. "They will be future Queens," Ethan declares. His voice is steady with conviction and hope. "Queens who will bring peace and prosperity to our kingdom." I gaze down at Zena and Kamila, our daughters. Our double blessings.

And I've sworn with my life that if I find out that something else happened to my parents or someone killed them, I would repay whoever it is ten fold because my parents were my only backbone. "What are you doing here, pauper?." I heard a lady's voice resound behind me and it jerked me out of my thoughts. "I'm sorry, I didn't know y'all were here." I said as my eyes scanned the lake. Some of the classy ladies of our pack were having a bath at the lake and enjoying the moment of their life. Gosh, I thought I would be able to have some moment of silence. When I'm running away from people, I always stumble on people and the worst part is that it's always the worst people.

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.

She has this hot and cold relationship with my father and he can take her temper from zero to a hundred in ten seconds flat. We have complete honesty in our family and we share everything. My grandfather, Malachi, used to compete in death fights and he now holds the position of Head Alpha of The Council of the United States. He is the voice of reason in our family, which is weird when you know Aunt Jessica. She married Malachi without him even proposing.

"Yes, there are a lot of things going on. I'm a descendant of a god, right? so, I don't have to keep my promise to the demon!" ***

"That is the only way out—" "It's not the only way. I don't believe that for a second," Malcolm interrupted, his voice cutting through Mom’s explanation like a blade. He stood tall, despite the burns on his hand. "I’m sorry, Mom, but I refuse to sacrifice my wife for the sake of a clean legacy. Not again. I am not Nathaniel." "Malcolm... enough. We’ve burned through too much energy tonight," Dad said, stepping in and firmly placing a hand on Malcolm’s shoulder. He looked between us, his eyes tired. "The sun will be up in a few hours. We can't think straight like this."