Malachi Barton Gf Novels & Stories

I shake my head to push those thoughts out of my head, there is no need crying over spilt milk. “Running away again?” A familiar baritone voice jolts me out of my thoughts and I turn around to see Malachi. He looks less intimidating than the last time I saw him this close. He had cut his long hair and had it in silver color just like Odette. I smile at the thought of that, this man will literally do anything for her. “I don’t see myself running” I try to make a joke but he doesn’t laugh, “congratulations by the way, I heard you have a son”

~meanwhile in the basement~ Malachi's POV: I light up a cigarette as I listen to the screams and sounds of bones breaking as Atlas delivers another punch to one of those pussy fucks. There's seven men in total. Six henchmen and one stupid ring leader. I had Soren pull all of the information on the bartender and his friends, discovering they've been scamming people for years. Well they've messed with the wrong man this time. I look down at a couple of the files and recognize a few of the names so I dig further into their file only to find out their parents work for me in a couple of my companies. I smirk at the idea of fuckin up their lives before they lose them. I send out a few messages to

Definitely not Brynn of Zariah, that's for sure. "Now, we understand there will be someone you may not get along with, but as aspiring Luna's, we hope you will all try your best to get along with everyone." "As if? Have you met that other Desire Pack member?" Brynn whispered to me. "What a bitc-" Cecily claps her hands, which cuts Brynn's profanities off. "Now, I may happily introduce my son...The Alpha of Love!" A few girls cheer as Malik walks up. He admittedly looks handsome, and a lot more put together than he did last night. The suit he wore was tailored exceptionally, showing off his broad shoulders and slender physique.

I’m convinced they’re fairly sick of me being the last to get ready every single time. Ronan wears a white shirt with the first three buttons popped open, exposing the skin of his chest and the dark silky hairs that form a somewhat straight line down to where the rest of his shirt covers. For the first time, his blonde hair isn’t slicked back. A pair of sky blue shorts hugs his thighs, exposing long, muscular legs that form a lump in my throat. He’s sitting on a couch, scrolling through his phone. Malachi’s clad in a matching grey shirt and shorts. His dark hair is combed to the back of his head, instead of the usual mess it is all over his face. While Jaxon is wearing…pink?

I moaned and covered both hands on my face as Freda continued laughing at me. “Listen to this, ‘Malia Hill, known as the billionaire bachelor’s secretary, now becomes the newest name on Troy Sanford’s increasing list of flings. When everybody thought she had the perfect immunity to the infamous billionaire playboy’s charms, the latter proved he could get whomever he wanted.’

“Oh, please. I’m not stupid enough to crawl back to New York and walk into Barton’s radar again. The man’s a walking death sentence. I love my life, thanks.” Britney’s laugh was bitter, hollow. “Then you’ll love what I’m about to tell you.” She leaned back against the counter, a cruel smile curving her lips. “Richard Barton and his perfect little wife just dropped a bomb tonight. Not only are they playing happy family with their leukemia-ridden son—” she spat the words like poison, “—but Annabelle’s pregnant again. Another child. Another match for a bone marrow transplant. That bastard’s about to be saved.”

I said. “Oh ok, so he works downtown in the financial district huh?” “Girl yes and it gets even better than that. I searched him online to find a F******k page and found him,” “Look at you and your detective work. So what, does he have a wife, 3 kids and a bunch of money?” “He has no wife, no kids and a bunch of money.” “Shut the fuck up!” she yelled again. “How you know all that?” “Like I said I did my research and Mr. Malachi Brooks is some kind of financial guru or some shit. And he’s also one of Chicago’s most eligible bachelors.”

Nate says. “Ok, but did you know that he is well over 500 years old and that his name is not Gryffon Valencia, but is actually Vincent.” Malachi comments. That stops us in our tracks, and the room goes silent. Malachi sits there with his arms crossed over his chest. I see Nate open and close his mouth a few times without saying anything. That means that they have been doing business with him this entire time. They have also been doing business with Callum. Devon told me that Gryffon has his son working with him. Those shady fucking bastards. I bet they know something about these fucking science projects as well. Malachi says that he has a few guys watching the business to see what t

assured me Malia would be home later and I left to go home. ****** Toffe I watched as everyone tried to get Malia to go back with them but there was something off about this place, it was a small town of misfits but it was run by Prince Clarke, King Barron's little brother. He was quiet and had no issue with anyone but was a close friend of Ryker and respected everyone. Last time I checked, he had no mate and was living out here as a bachelor, I promised to give him a visit because something is brewing in the atmosphere and I will check it out at a later date. T.J. mind-linked me that they were ready and we held each other as we teleported back to the club. I linked Lancelot, saying his spel

I rolled my eyes. “You can't be messing with him, he is busy,” I said to Malachi who flashed me a wolfish grin. “Watch me, doll. This is my favorite pastime. So, what are you two? Girlfriend? If yes, then you are a serious upgrade. The other one grated on everyone's nerves and I'm annoying,” Malachi said with an eye roll and I had to fight a smile. He was truly something. “What we are is none of your business. And why are you here again? Isn't that your team on the pitch for the next game?” I asked him and he gave me this grin that was almost indulgent.