Malcolm In Empire Novels & Stories

Edward didn't need to be told twice as he nodded instantly and quickly typed away on his tablet, even if he had no idea why Malcolm, who loathed any blemish being attached to his name and would have sorted everything out instantly, was being so calm. A smirk crossed Malcolm's lips as he picked up his phone and swiped across to send a message, knowing that, finally, the last and final battle had begun. Things were about to get messy. That much was certain. And if he had learned anything in his years navigating the treacherous waters of the MEL-CO conglomerate, it was that blood meant nothing when survival was at stake. Irina and her kids would just have to pay so dearly for it this time anywa

Daniel remained silent. Malcolm walked away from the damaged vehicle slowly before stopping near another black car parked nearby. “You know why weak people irritate me?” he asked without looking back at Daniel. “Because life does not pause simply because somebody is suffering somewhere.” Daniel listened quietly. “My wife is missing,” Malcolm continued coldly. “The media must not get hold of what is happening." His grip tightened slightly around the glass. “Yet I still wake up every morning handling everything because weakness solves absolutely nothing.”

Carissa asked, her voice steady. Malcolm looked utterly deflated, like a wilted flower after the first frost. All the strength had drained from him. He had never felt such fear before, the dread of stepping out into the unknown, of facing what awaited him once he left these walls. He remembered his arrival tonight, thinking he had prepared for a negotiation, only to find that Carissa hadn't intended to profit from it at all. As the Civil Minister, Malcolm was in charge of many officials' careers. Over the years, he had seen countless people scheme and grovel for power, often to the point of utter disgrace.

“You’re sick, Malcolm. Twisting people into your toys. That’s all this is, your empire of broken puppets.” Malcolm’s laugh was deep, almost joyful. “Toys? No, Julian. Weapons. Proof that I can break anyone, remake anyone. Perhaps I’ll do the same to you four when I’m finished. Imagine it,Vivian, the clever strategist, kneeling at my feet. Jasper, the brute, my loyal hound. Julian, the blade in the shadows. And Tasha…” His eyes lingered cruelly on her. “…my broken little lover, forced to watch Kachi kiss my boots.”

He was hiding something. “Sure, i don’t. But i know better than to betray them and give them right in the arms of the enemy who is going to use them.” Malcolm said and took another step forward, he was now in my face. He was an attractive person and it was more than a feature, his long lashes and his eyes, hsi face and a bit of the way his jaw flexes when he is about to speak.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l