Malcolm In Empire Novels & Stories

Levi Malcolm Birth: 12 March 1988, England Only child. Son of David and Elizabeth Malcolm. Heir to the noble Malcolm family. The Malcolm family serves the queen. They are the "guard dogs" of the queen. Both fearless and trustworthy, no one suspects the Malcolm family for anything. Neither do they suspect the family of being their natural enemies. Till one day, the noble house has been burnt down into flames. The entire family was found dead and everyone mourned over their death. All bodies weren't retrieved and the queen had justified it was bandits' attempt to kill her starting from her "guard dogs" and therefore didn't investigate further.

“No one in this world is my friend… Everything you do is for my own good… I need to rise above in this increasingly capitalist society, where money rules, not relationships. I am the future of the Clifford family. And I can’t trust anyone, not even my siblings. Feelings are a man’s worst weakness.” “Good boy!” He patted my head with a smile. “You’re free now. As a reward, you can pick a book from my shelf to read, from the business management section.” When he moved, I noticed scratches on his neck. My stomach churned. They weren’t there when he arrived. Was Aneliese okay? She would be. Like me, she always was. I couldn’t trust anyone, not even my siblings. I didn’t want to be weak, or betra

"He wasn't a businessman either." Damian's eyes narrowed. "Then who was he?" A long pause followed. Then— "He was a whistleblower." The room went silent. Because suddenly things began falling into place. Not perfectly. Not completely. But enough to see a pattern. A dangerous pattern. Marcus Holloway had discovered something. Something important. Something worth hiding. And instead of staying quiet... He exposed it. Or tried to. Charles nodded as if reading their thoughts. "Marcus found evidence." "There it is again," Seraphina said.

"But I don't think a man drives across the city at four in the morning with an envelope like that unless some part of him has already decided. He just needs the rest of the night to catch up to it." "He won't do it," Camila said quietly, coming to stand beside me. "Would you, in his position?" "I don't know," I admitted. "I've never had to choose between my safety and doing the right thing quite like that." "Yes you have," she said, looking up at me. "You built an entire company around exactly that choice. You just had money behind you when you made it. Sam doesn't." She was right, and it sat uncomfortable in my chest, the reminder that not everyone fighting Alessia had the resources I did t

Walking beside Luca Bennett. Victor was going to enjoy this. Because every empire had a weakness. And Adriana Cole had just found hers.

"James took me to McPherson Square tonight. I don't know if you're familiar, but there's a rather large homeless encampment set up there." Adrian leaned forward and said, "Yeah, I've been down there a few times to find Bill. He likes to disappear after a payday to find drugs and cheap sex." I shivered in disgust and continued, "James has been working the MID case since we met after my mom died. He does it in his spare time because his Captain doesn't believe there's anything to find..." He interrupted me and said, "Because the Captain is probably under MID's payroll. There's a reason there haven't been any criminal charges when people have died unexpectedly. Loved ones know it's the fucking

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

I would never leave her there but I have to do so for some prior reasons. It was a serious issue that took place in my armament business. As I was about to declare as the Emperor and all of sudden the party was cancelled along with the Coronation ceremony. It affected a lot to my mafia world. However, I belong to the mafia and my single word rules the world. Our employees and the people from our world still want me as their Emperor. My father is never gonna leave me so easily so I have to tighten Elsa's security. I was hell tired and soon I dozed off in the brown Mansion. Yes, I'm in California again. There is a root of my business and at some point, my father is involved behind this mess.

I murmured, adjusting the wig that was starting to irritate my scalp. “You can handle this. We’ve trained for it,” Kael said calmly, grounding me. The man who killed my parents. Smiling and drinking wine while people pay respect to him only annoys me further, showing this man enjoying his life. His life ends tonight. “You know Caspian’s a womanizer,” Kael reminded me. “You know what to do.”

Malcolm muttered, his shoulders squared as he stood in formation: the warrior’s stance of respect. Beta stone, he hadn't even waited for me to be pronounced dead; he had already gone for the title. “Is the Lycan King aware of this title?” I yelled. Malcolm froze. His eyes were wide as he stared at me, “Shut up or I am going to have so much fun dragging out your teeth from your gum,” he spat, his voice dripping with venom, nothing I wasn’t used to in the few days that I had spent with him. “Let me talk to him,” Stone said, his voice calm and controlled.