Malcolm Bright Novels & Stories

I snapped coldly, “you’re here begging for sex? No sex for a poor man.” Richard froze. His face hardened. Shame turned quickly to anger. “What do you want me to do?” he shouted. “Rob a bank?!” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Why don’t you ask Malcolm?” At the mention of that name, his jaw clenched. Malcolm Blackwood. One of California’s top business moguls. Powerful, ruthless, wealthy beyond measure. A man known not just for his money, but for his unshakable discipline and street-smart instincts. He was respected and feared in the business world. To Malcolm, every fallen man was an opportunity. Every business collapse, a stepping stone to his next victory.

Malcolm retracted his gaze and mumbled, "We all grew up together. I had the closest relationship with Max; he was as important to me as you and Xander. I thought we were all buddies... I never saw this coming..." "Then you're blind." Shawn retorted. "I never shared a bond with him, and Xander? No way he would." "Stop bashing me," Malcolm grumbled. "Any more of this, and I'll start doubting my own intelligence." "Your intelligence isn't in question, Malcolm. If it wasn't for you getting the security footage so quickly, I'd be up the creek without a paddle," Abigail said. "Not to mention," Malcolm added, "I thought being someone from the Cobain family would give me some pull. But they didn't g

They all watched, eager for a spectacle, as Liam was on the brink of reaping the bitter consequences of his pride. However, then, an unexpected voice cut through the tension at the entrance. "Who has the authority? I do! The commander of the Drunham City garrison and the Mayor of Drunham City, Malcolm!" With that, Malcolm charged in, leading a troop of over a hundred soldiers decked out in full gear, guns at the ready. Malcolm, radiating a fierce aura of wrath and a chilling intent to kill, marched in his general's uniform. With every determined step of his combat boots, all eyes followed him until he stood right beside Liam.

Finally, with courage, i turned in his direction and his narrowed gaze and hardened Jaw found mine. Malcolm was the fourth man that wasn’t on the list. Why was he in Omni-corp?

"My terms. Go ahead, take a look." I watched Marlon as he watched the video. His features brightened, his eyes glinting with excitement. Was he always this handsome? He leaned backwards, placing his left leg on top of his right thigh and smiled as he held the evidence on his hands. His ticket out of a life of unemployment and humiliation. I didn't know why I always went out of my way to help him. A part of me tries to convince myself that it's because he considered my existence when I joined their training back then and still stick by me up until now but thinking of it at the moment was not a good enough reason.

Even as they were a panel, each had a particular person they thought had done the best to them, which varied from the other judges, now was the time to argue and convince the other judges to vote their choice. Mr Black was oblivious to the current debate by the panel. He folded his hands together, trying to sit up, but an involuntary yelp escaped from his lips, he had forgotten his bruises from his episode earlier that day, and had connected it to the hard surface, painfully. Vincent had taken him inside the car and had driven him to The company, were Melissa was called to attend to his almost broken arm. Melissa was a student of Medicine and was in the best position to treat him. She and V

Opening the door, I'm not sure how to feel when I see who's at the door. Malik. He's completely soaking wet, as he stands there, looking forlorn. His hair is batted against his forehead, raining dripping steadily down his cheeks to his chin and to the floor at my feet. Even his dark jacket shows no sign of being even slightly dry in this weather. "What-"

I set my plate on the counter next to me before I focused my attention closer to the screen trying to hear every detail. "The death of the two was a very brutal and fatal murder and America's hearts and prayers go out to the families who lost an amazing member." The blonde spoke before I clicked off the t.v "Mom this has to be Justin or Dylan, one of them. If not, both" I said as I paced back and forth. "We're not absolutely positive." She defended.

Instinctively, I stepped on the brake—but it was useless. I had a car accident. Anthony rushed to the hospital soon after. Seeing me covered in blood sobered him up quite a bit. "Where’s Calum? Get Calum here!" Calum was our university classmate and now a well-known surgeon at this hospital. I was wheeled into the operating room. Although I couldn’t open my eyes, I was still vaguely conscious. I really wanted to comfort Anthony, to tell him not to worry, that I was okay. My fingers moved slightly, but Anthony didn’t notice.

It’s then that we see two headlights heading our way. The car comes to stop about 15 feet from us and out come two human police detectives. One them I know. Scott Buckingham, a good-looking guy (well, good-looking as far as humans go) with deep brown eyes and light brown hair that always looks like he has bed head. Add to that his slightly crooked smile that shows off his perfectly arranged, white teeth and he has the kind of easy, all-American boy good looks that you’d expect to find in a movie about a high school football team. Except he’s no longer a high school student, instead he’s actually my age. The other guy, shorter and stockier than Scott but cute in his own way with reddish-brown