Malcolm Bright Novels & Stories

Noah! *******************************

The passcode to the exclusive wing is ‘I’m blind’ and I’ll send somebody to drop off a card that you’ll need along with that to get in. And then the call ended. She had tried calling back, but it went straight to voicemail, and just as promised, she received a card from a delivery guy. She wasn’t sure why the person called for her specifically. She was a failure as a reporter and Julian...Julian Maverick was a businessman, the most successful of them all. His company established a worldwide presence and consistently topped the charts. The man was a billionaire; he walked on Gucci and spat out Balenciaga. His only flaw was the rumors that he’s an undercover thug.

Suddenly, everything went dark in front of me, and someone hugged me. Poof— The security guard finally reacted. He stepped forward to restrain Jasmine, who was standing there in a daze. People around panicked. I stared in shock at Chris, who was lying on the ground, in a daze. He seemed to want to call my name but couldn't speak through the pain. Gradually, his eyes lost focus, and his hand fell. …… Chris was severely injured. Jasmine was convicted of intentional homicide and sentenced to 10 years in prison. On the day she was arrested, she kept shouting to see me.

Yet when it came to marksmanship, I held no doubt; none could stand as my equal. Just at the last moment, he shifted his head away, and the dagger whistled past him, embedding deep in the wooden wall beside his face. He didn’t flinch. He stood at the edge of the roof. Masked. Cloaked in black. His face was hidden, except for his dark eyes. Just Watching. Observing. Not wide in shock from watching a woman kill. Instead, slowly, he turned his head and looked at the blade. He pulled the dagger free.

Scarlett finished and walked over to Grandma Malcolm standing right next to her ear. "I'm not easy to mess with, I can wipe out the whole of Malcom's stupid family with just a swipe of my knife!" She whispered into her ear. Grandma Malcolm widened her eyes at her words. "Scarlett I found who you are looking for but the results is going to shock you like it just did to me" Lisa breathed heavily not knowing where to start. "Just say it!" "The commander of the Special Military team is no other than, COMMANDER DAMIEN MALCOLM!!!"

I took the bike and drove to his house as the blue lights flashed outside and Malcolm walked towards me. “Alex,” he said to me. “It looks like an execution.” “Who would want to execute him?” I asked more to myself as I stood outside his house. “Two shots, one through each eye socket, nothing in the house is disturbed, no forced entry and so far no fingerprints other than Mark’s,” Malcolm said to me and I briefly closed my eyes. Damnit, Levi! “Let me know what they find,” I said to Malcolm and got back on the bike. I drove to the fork in the road and stopped the bike and switched it off. I took my phone out and called Levi.

Malcolm groaned as he unlocked the cell gate and stomped inside, “by the time I am done with you, you will have no mouth on you anymore.” Before she could reply, he stepped on her wounded thigh. Hard. Screams pierced through the cell. For some twisted reason, the sound of that satisfied me. “Now tell me. How did you obtain that video? Are you and Julian related?” Malcolm growled, baring his canines. “Julian?” she twisted her head to the side, grinning smugly, “never heard that name before.” Malcolm stepped on her thigh again, applying more pressure to it. Her piercing scream filled the place.

I stayed quiet until we reach the car and when inside where David, manager Clea's boyfriend is waiting for us. “I should have given that brat a black eye!” Manage Clea said as she sat on the passenger seat. “There is no need for that, she just speaks the truth,” I said and sigh as I look out of the window as the car starts to drive away. “What? Bri! Don’t ever listen to that Brat, for all we know she is getting those movies because of her mother! She didn’t even get to be nominated to any major award show even though they’re saying that every movie she is in is a hit, unlike you. You even got to be nominated for supporting actress!” Manager Clea said.

she said. "Malcolm has gone to a journalist," he said quietly. "Not a building leak. A direct briefing. Full details on the 2019 trials. His version — which positions him as the whistleblower and me as the architect." She sat up. "He's going public first." "The story runs at six a.m. There's a preview already online." She was out of the bed and moving before he finished the sentence. Found her phone. Found the preview.