Jack Malain Novels & Stories

Jeremy's POV Malakai is the party playboy who throws the wildest parties in school history. He's the free spirit who's friends with everyone and can see inside everyone's dirty locker. Literally. He's also the renounced son of Jimmy Falconer– leader of the Scottish Mafia. Junnev is the football team's Co-captain so he has a default pass into Kingston's circle, plus his girlfriend's friends with Kingston's girl–Claire Eastwood. He was one of the spies my father sent to monitor me.

John offered. “No,” I answered firmly. “Logan…” John sighed. “I said no. He is Siegfried’s son. While I trust him with some things, I cannot trust him with her safety. If Siegfried follows him, he puts her and her family in danger,” I explained. “Okay, you make a valid point,” John conceded. “What about Mikali Hamilton? I’m friends with him. He’s very trustworthy and is a trained medic. So if anything was to happen, he could offer assistance,” Bryant spoke up.

Jack roared, his clawed hand ready to strike. The figure turned slowly. It wasn't Cain. It was a mannequin. A plastic dummy dressed in a coat, with a tablet taped to its face. "What?" Jack froze. The tablet screen lit up. A video call. Live. Cain’s face appeared. He was smiling. A cruel, jagged smile that showed too many teeth. "Predictable, brother," Cain's voice echoed from the tablet speakers. "So very predictable. You always run toward the fire." "Where are you?" Jack snarled, smashing the mannequin aside.

this time its me who chuckles. Mila is a stubborn women who specks her mind with no filter, when Cam first meet her he was a little intimidated by how open and free spirited she was but now its what he loves the most. Pulling up to the construction sight we meet with Christopher and Jillian. I give the blue prints and floor plans one final look over and we picked out the flooring, paint and backsplashes then sign off on the final touches and set a date I want it done by. Giving them a end date helps keep them working and the offered bonus that I promised if they got it done faster help light a fire under their asses.

“Is Marcel okay? Did something happen? Please tell me that he at the pack…” I laughed. Soft. Cutting. Cruel. “Oh, he’s fine. He is in the pack, just as he always is…” I said. “Perfectly well and pleased with himself, too proud to admit when he is wrong or actually think that he might be making a mistake.” “I don’t understand?” Elara asked, frowning when she heard my tone, clearly trying to process my words. “Is Marcel okay? Did he do something that he would regret? Is it true that he went out last night the way he did?”

At exactly some minutes past ten pm, the man stood and started to stagger out of the place. His friends bade him goodbye. Captain Depay and detective Joha followed him. The man first staggered into the rest room and had a leak after which he started to come out. Detective Joha put his leg across as he made to step out of the men's restroom and he tripped and clattered to the floor. He groaned. "Who dare make me fall!" "Oh, my apologies sir…let me help you up." Detective Joha went to him and tried to help him up.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, and days into weeks. Jelnimia was seated at the comfort of Malison's lobby, a glass of freshly made chocolate raspberry juice sat on the table at her right hand side, the wall against her right side reflected her seat.

My laughter faded into the air. “No,” the sound of his laughter also faded. “Then why are you sounding like a quack?” “Do I?” Nodding my head, “Fucking yah. It’s only a quack who will speak about love to a man like me.” “Then I think I'm one.” Snapping my fingers, “Shoot!!…. I knew it. You are indeed one.” Waving my hand slightly in the air, my face adjusted to neutral. “Enough of the jokes. I came here to get answers, and that’s what I'm fucking waiting for.”

The messages on the phone were chilling and appalling. [Blood Jack, age seventy-five.] [At age six, displayed exceptional intelligence, trained by the Chief Royal Scientist of Morwen.] [At eighteen, expelled for conducting experiments on living humans, which led to his capture.] [At thirty, experimented on twin sisters to study heart synchronization, resulting in their deaths.] [At thirty-one, conducted experiments on his own son.] This was no ordinary man. He was a living monster, a scientific madman whose methods were as brutal as they were perverse.

Lelaki itu menganggap semua hanya sebagai candaan. "Eh, tapi coass yang baru juga cakep-cakep. Lu gak minat, Jack?" "Buat kalian aja, deh. Gue tau lu semua pada suka yang daun muda." "Bagus kalau gitu, Jack. Saingan kita berkurang. Ya gak?" "Bener, tuh. Kalau semua digebet sama si Jack, kita kebagian sisanya. Untung dia anak baik." Janu tak terlalu memerhatikan apa yang dibicarakan oleh teman-temannya. Matanya kembali fokus menatap gadis itu, yang malam ini terlihat memukau dengan gaun berwarna merah.