Mal X Ben Novels & Stories

“Don’t speak about Xena like that if you don’t have any proof. Do you think that I don’t know her after being with her for so long? Do you know her better than I do? You’re just like Fane. You don’t like her, so you’re trying to find ways to harm her. Besides, you said it yourself—the motor robbers are dead. I don’t care about her past.” Selena clenched her teeth in rage. “You’ve disappointed me, Ben. You’re just like Wu Dalang—but you’re even denser than he is!” “What do you mean I’m dense? Aren’t you spewing nonsense, since you have no proof?” Ben furiously thrust his hand forward. “Give my phone back. I still want to play. I can’t abandon my teammates!” “Ah!” Selena was so angry that she

“Run the blood-line tests immediately. My wolf needs the true results as soon as possible.” Benjamin, completely unaware of whose hair samples his hands are holding, hesitates for a second. “The soonest the moon magic can show the results would be tomorrow morning, Alpha.” “Just make sure your own hands handle the lab work.” “Will do, Alpha.” Benjamin has just entered the dark lab corner with the samples when little Malek suddenly causes a giant commotion inside the hall. Upon waking up from his sleep and seeing a strange female nurse standing by his bed, his inner beast went completely berserk. His small hands ripped the herbal IV straight out of his skin, his fists smashed the glass bedsid

He asked rhetorically and the other man grinned out all his ugly and unsightly dentitions as he brought a chair out by himself. " Yes! The one and only Malcom. You know there's no other one apart from me." Malcom grinned, hailing himself to Xander's irritation. " What do I owe this visit of yours, the one and only Malcom?" Xander asked, saying the last part of his sentence in a sarcastic manner. " I'm sure your partner did told you about the dangerous exhibit in my hands that could lead to the extinction of dogs like you living amongst normal people." Malcom grinned with shoulders high.

He needed her to understand. “I get it, Max, it’s okay,” she smiled at him. ‘I’m taking the afternoon off. I don’t want to be disturbed unless there is a body count of some sort.’ Mikael mind linked Ben. ‘I take it you liked the surprise,’ Ben replied, sounding smug. ‘She’s my mate, Ben,’ Mikael confessed. It felt unreal to put it into words. “Well fuck, congrats, man. We finally got a luna. Should I get the pack together for the announcement?” Ben asked.

“You have earned it, and besides Max wasn’t even there went we decided to put you on the squad. Look, I know the guy, he doesn’t play with women feelings, he usually is very straight forward with what he wants and he never crosses a line. I told him you’re like my sister and he is not backing off, so that either means he doesn’t give a shit about the alliance, which is very unlikely, or two he likes you but is just a bit messed up in the head and can’t decide what to do or three, he is completely messed up and lost all his senses and is using you.” I flinch at the last one but Colton quickly adds “Look all I’m trying to say is be careful. Max is a good person and he normally would play with

I had clear evidence of infidelity, photos of Christopher Hall and an unidentified male spending a romantic weekend together at a coastal cottage, but something about the case bothered me. The young man from the apartment building, I needed to confirm his identity before I presented anything to Ms Anderson. I'd learned early in this business that assumptions got you sued, evidence got you paid. I was ninety percent certain I knew what was happening here but I needed that last ten percent. I ran the address through my databases, cross-referenced with utility records and found a name. Robin Maximus, twenty-seven, owned a small contracting business, no criminal record, no red flags. Social medi

I forced down toast that tasted like nothing and stood at the counter drinking the rest of the coffee while the apartment hummed its usual morning sounds. At some point I opened the research notes on my laptop even though the project was finished and the partnership with Alex was effectively over. The words on the screen meant nothing. I closed it again. Marcus texted mid-morning. You up? I stared at the message for a long time, thumb hovering. The night before I had answered him with something true. The memory of that small honesty made the next reply easier than it would have been a week earlier. Yeah. Can we meet later? Park bench. No pressure. Just want to see you.

"Every printer jams Coldren. Anyway, do you know how to fix it?" "Me?" I ask, looking at the flickering orange exclamation mark on its front. "I... don't think so?" "Jesus, now how are we going to get work done?" Coldren huffs, making Elizabeth raise one of her eyebrows. "That's the first time I've ever heard something like that out of you." "Yeah? Well Mr. Malone put my ass on the watch list, and so is your's, so any screw up and we're fucked." "I know that... but I don't think he'll be mad over something like this, you're overreacting Coldren-"

-L Glad you’re safe. The studio is… small. -E Matteo is handling the business. Putting new clients on hold. -L Julian sent over the first batch of questionnaires. It’s interesting work. -E A pause after that one. Then: Good. I’m glad. Simple. No anger. A victory, however small.

But then I look at Malachi. He’s not speaking. He’s not blinking either. The smile he always wears is gone. In its place is something else entirely. A raging storm that the veins in his head and neck can’t seem to hold back. “Mal?” I whisper. His jaw twitches. “Julian.” Jaxon slowly turns to him. “What?” Malachi’s voice is as cold and sharp as ice. “It’s Julian Cross.”