Malcolm Crawford Novels & Stories

So Malcolm made his way to the front and politely assisted Clifford, appearing well-behaved and attentive. Noah walked alongside Zachary and watched them from a distance, sneering. "He sure can put on an act." Zachary didn't care much. "Ignore him." "Right." Noah agreed. But while Zahary and Noah were trying to avoid trouble, Malcolm had other plans. He turned to Clifford and mentioned, "Great-Grandpa, should I call Zac and Noah over too?" "Sure," Clifford agreed without hesitation. Malcolm splashed through the puddles and approached Zachary and Noah.

And the devil is here, waiting for me to open my eyes. Footsteps echo off the concrete floor and a shadow passes outside the cage, circling me like a vulture waiting to pick over the carcass of something already dying. “Not who I wanted,” Malcolm muses, his voice smooth and casual. The bastard doesn’t even really sound disappointed, though I can see it in the way his lip curls just slightly, the faintest hint of irritation beneath the smirk, “But I suppose you’ll do for now.” “Next time I’ll do the shooting myself and make sure I get my prize. You won’t be around to get in my way then.”

Kai, who had been silent all this while, subtly turned on his recorder, ready to capture her testimony. "Malcolm was my boss," she began, her eyes looking distant as if recalling a different time. "A serial womanizer, always chasing after younger women. He had a wife once, a good woman who stood by him for over twenty years, but he didn’t care. He asked for a divorce so he could cheat in peace."

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 said to Creed as I sat in his mind. "She has changed us, made us stronger. I've never spoken on my own before. We need her home. She keeps us level-headed." Creed whined, his longing for our mate mixed with mine. A familiar presence filled the atmosphere. We looked up to see a familiar face smiling back at us as he sat on a branch above us. "Good to see you haven't changed much, Creed. As predictable as ever, water has always been your safe place." Malcolm chuckled as he jumped from the tree, landing on the ground effortlessly. Creed groaned as he looked at him. "How about you let Erik come forward? I have some information that can help." ***

On the other hand, Malcolm revealed an aggrieved expression as he yelled, “Grandpa, thank goodness you’re here! These two country bumpkins seemed to have found their way into our house through some hole. I was patiently asking him why he was here, but he did not answer me. So, I had no choice but to ask them to leave, then they started beating me up. Look, grandpa, look how swollen my hand is, it hurts so much. You must seek justice for me, Grandpa!” Malcolm had flawlessly jumped the gun and framed Zayn before he could say anything. Furthermore, Malcolm made himself seem extremely pitiful and innocent, unlike the arrogance and cockiness he had a moment ago. When Zayn saw this, he could not h

Alleki perfectly tied his black shoulder-length hair. The man excused himself with two squad captains and walked nearer. At twenty, his lean and tall built made her look like a child. “Congratulations on your appointment, Alleki—I mean, Commander.” Malaika smiled. She honestly felt proud of him. Come to think of it. She considered him as her rival a long time ago. But she was ill-fated enough to be this low.

They all looked at each other when they recognized the voice as Craig’s. “Take one more step near me Craig, I am going to kill you,” Sasha breathed when she heard her voice. Malcolm focused on the recording, all his attention was on it as he waited for the piece that would be useful to him. “No you won’t honey.” “Do you know what this is? It’s Colt.45 revolver,” Malcolm smiled when he heard that, “one single bullet from this would send you straight to hell. Have you heard about how famous it is?” They heard him chuckle, “do you know the owner? Don’t worry I will tell you, this belongs to one Mr. Michael Joseph Brown, does the name sound familiar?”

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for. "She's a child man " John says like me he's happily married but unlike me I don't see the girl next door as a child. "We here for porker not for ogling teenagers " Carter says winking at me I kick him under the table ,he swears under his breath asshole.