Malachi Barton Now Novels & Stories

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.

It’s the look of a man who’s reciting a script he barely understands but knows he must get right to survive. “State your name,” Vorlag commands gently. “Barton, My Lord,” the man stammers. “I-I work the night shift at the tannery.” “Tell the Alpha what you saw five nights ago,” Vorlag says. “Near the Little Fountain.” Barton looks at me. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He looks quickly at Vorlag, then back at the floor. “I was walking home,” Barton says, his voice a tremor. “Late. Past midnight. I saw... shapes near the well.”

Chapter Eleven— fake dating. ☆Micaiah's POV☆ We sat in his study. Barton himself looked like something out of a mob movie—sixty years old, silver hair slicked back, a pinky ring that caught the light when he moved his hand. Kieran stood behind me, silent and watchful. He'd barely said a word since we arrived. "So," Barton said, swirling his scotch. "Daemon Blackwood." I leaned back, keeping my expression neutral. "He's becoming a problem."

~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

I leaned against the window frame, already bored. He paused. “And guess who.” My patience snapped. “What does it matter who it is?” I snapped. “I don’t care—” “Luis,” he cut in. I frowned. “Renz.” The name hit harder than it should have. I straightened slowly. Blinked. Then laughed. “Very funny.” “The dead man,” Malachi went on, his voice bitter now. “Alive. Running the shadows. Taking territory. Playing the game better than most.” My grip tightened around the phone.

she said…her voice coming out softer than expected. Malachi tapped on something on his laptop and got up from his chair. “Then don’t” he said still staring at his laptop. “ we’re acting out this non-insulting scene I wrote” he said sarcastically Sierra was still looking at him confused. “Come on…get up” he said reaching out for her hand. At this point Sierra couldn’t tell if she was dreaming or not. The Malachi she was used to was the ‘very non chalant annoying British guy’

“I’ll help with Leon, and I have people living here that are paid to help. So drink. Get drunk for the both of us, because if I could, I’d be fucking wasted right now.” Malachi got up from the couch and moved to my bar, grabbing a random bottle. He took a big sip, then took the bottle with him back to the couch. “How can we get married now?” “We’re still getting married, Malachi. A deal is a fucking deal.” “There is that cold-hearted woman I am going to marry,” Malachi joked dryly. I rolled my eyes, “get drunk in silence then.” He shook his head, “my thoughts are too loud. Music. I need music.”

Alice stared at the message from Adam for a full five minutes before sighing, “I’m going to need more than just one drink.” “Did you say something, Hun?” Joseph asked. He was dithering behind the bar, doing little cleaning jobs that never got done when the place was packed. When he wandered over, cleaning a glass with a yellow cloth, it made Alice feel like she was staring in a film. There literally hadn’t been a bartending scene in history, ever, where the bartender wasn’t polishing a glass with a dirty cloth.

“Help me up Di, I gotta stop this shit, once and for all.” She helped me up and I yelled, “STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!” as best I could still trying to get my breathing back. “I, Baron Malachi challenge you for the mantle of Alpha on the upcoming Red Moon for the bloodline of all, including her!” “What?!” Di and I said incredulously.

"Like I’m finally standing on solid ground, but the ground is made of lightning?" "It feels like this because you've spent twenty-one years in a cage of shadows," Malachi said, his thumb tracing the line of my lower lip. The hunger in his gaze was no longer just the hunger of an Alpha for his Luna; it was the hunger of a man who had finally found the air he needed to breathe. "And because I’ve spent three hundred years waiting for a storm I couldn't survive." The romantic tension was a living thing now, a pressurized haze that made the world outside the Bastion vanish. There was no Blackwood. There was no Council. There was only the heat of his body and the terrifying, beautiful certainty of