Malcolm Crawford Novels & Stories

And with that, he hung up. Malcolm hailed from the affluent Cobain family, one of Florivera's four most prominent families. Abigail knew he was a close childhood friend of Xander's. Picking up a drunk CEO was part of her duties as his personal assistant. With no time to waste, she slipped into her work clothes, hailed a cab, and dashed to Plaid Luxe.

*** Twenty days later. When I returned to Dakar, the Dahlia I was died in the camp in Mali. I am a new person, everything has a new meaning for me. Those twenty days traveling made me a better person, less futile, more centered, less materialistic and ultimately more human. Life had a more vivid color after seeing the things I can do and how to help those in need. I got to Leo’s house and went straight to the phone, needed to talk to Carlos. I called and after a long time, he finally answers: — Hi, love. - he says, really. — All right?

There would be time to figure it out later, I thought to myself as Malcolm finally let out a small laugh, tapping his walking stick on the floor. “And who are you, young man?” The Blue Moon heir beside me bowed with an exaggerated flourish. “Xavier McKenzie, at your service.” There was no way to describe the range of emotions that went over Malcolm’s features as soon as he heard the surname—a dizzying rush of awe and surprise and… fondness? I couldn’t be sure on the last part, because before I could make it out it was quickly replaced by the mask of careful neutrality he slipped on when he realised that we were all looking at him.

Instantly, silence fell into the room as Malcolm's mind tried to process her words, his eyes boring deep down to the tiles floor below as if he could read something from there. A cold anger instantly came from within him, as his hoarse voice demanded, “Who?” “Greg Warwick,” Edward continued. “Greg Warwick?” The name sounded foreign to Malcolm's lips even if he knew very well who it was, as he let out a short, humorless laughter unable to connect the dots of how he out of everyone would even be mentioned as a CEO candidate, talk more of planning to put him in the position. ‘That sycophant who couldn’t close a deal if it was gift-wrapped and handed to him?’ He thought to himself, ‘What a joke!

Chapter 20. Subtitle: who are you? It was Monday, the day little Gray was supposed to attend the open day with either of his parents but Kevin was still not back from his business trip, Crimson was getting worked up because little Gray had refused to get in the car and wouldn't leave for school without his father. "Come on pick up the phone Kevin come on!" Crimson ruffled her hair as she paced up and down the sitting room with little Gray sitted on the couch, his arms folded plus he had an angry look on.

Judge Malcom said confidently. "Thank you, Judge Malcom. I'm sure you're still the best judge in Chicago. I promise that the Crawford case will be tried to the end in court, even if it costs me my life!" Emily replied without flinching. They shook hands before Emily left Judge Malcom's office.

I pulled my phone out and called my father. I explained everything from the night before right up until now. I told him about Gideon being requested. I walked away from Jack and Amelia and told him about the connection I was feeling, and he told me not to worry. He would contact Evelyn and offer the full support of Carter and Sons. I thanked him and closed off the call before turning back to face Amelia and Jack. “Carter and Sons are offering their full support to the ADA and will back the case.”

“Heard it? I saw a glimpse under that duvet this morning. Tall. Broad. Built like a Scottish warrior. What is his name, Ness?” My heart stuttered. Too close. Too dangerous. So I fed her the safest half-truth. “He hid for a reason, Alesha. He's Malcolm, a top lecturer and a single dad.” I held my breath. “Ouuu, forbidden love.” she sang. “Single dads deserve some loving too.” She gushed softly. “And he’s a pro. Better than Jordan could ever.” We laughed. My heart relaxed. “God, Alesha, he was-” I lowered my voice to a whisper-

Poppy’s eyes were wide with fright; she’d never heard a sound like that coming from anyone before, “So I ran… and then the wolf came out of nowhere and… oh shit. Was the wolf one of them? Natalia or her dad?” Malcom paced the floor, tugging on his hair as he fumed. “Of all the underhanded, fuckin’…” He apparently ran out of appropriate words because he just stood for a moment, face going red as his mouth moved, “I canna believe they would… fuck. Callum! Raphe!” Malcom stormed to the door and ripped it off the hinges as he called for his team. After a moment, a large, silent man with buzzed red hair and beard came jogging down the hall.

RUBY. “What's going on here?” I turned to see the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on enter the hall. Dressed in a gray shirt and black pants, his short blond hair was slicked back, accentuating his striking aquamarine eyes. His presence exuded power, and without a word spoken, I knew exactly who he was: Kael, Alpha Frederick's only son. I had seen numerous pictures of him, but his physical presence was far more captivating than I had ever imagined. Kael had been away from home for four years, dedicated to learning and studying how to lead a pack.