Malcolm In Empire Novels & Stories

His demeanor was colder than before, lacking the deliberate restraint he had shown from their previous encounters. Emily sensed the danger in the air almost immediately, and Natalie also felt it. She gestured. "Emily, you may leave." Emily practically fled, relieved to be excused. It must be said that the rumors about Malcolm weren't baseless. Judging from how Emily reacted, it was clear that Malcolm was truly frightening. The outside world viewed Malcolm as the Grim Reaper of the Entes family or as a demon. Evidently, there must have been a lot of accumulated history behind those rumors.

He could already see himself standing in Lucian's Grand Hall, burning the 1784 ledgers to ash, and forcing his brother to watch as the modern world tore his precious sanctuary to pieces. He had no idea he had just ordered his men to drive directly into a slaughterhouse. Malakai took another slow, luxurious sip of his wine, the smooth vintage warming his throat as he watched the digital readout on his dashboard track the progress of his lead excavator. The massive machine was crawling directly into the deepest part of the narrow, bottlenecked ravine. He smiled a dark, cruel smile. He loved being a bully. He loved the intoxicating thrill of crushing anyone and anything he deemed beneath him—wh

All I could see was Steven's head, staring at me from inside that box. Malcolm knelt beside the box, his hand raised as if wanting to touch, but stopping mid-air. His shoulders heaved, his breathing heavy. When he finally turned to look at me, his eyes were no longer the Alpha's eyes I knew. They were the eyes of a killer. "If they want a war, they're gonna get the fucking one soon enough," Malcolm growled. “B-b-but who did this?” I stammered, my voice barely holding together. Malcolm rose slowly, his jaw tight, and nodded to the guards. "Help her inside. Escort her to the mansion."

He growled at me and his men laughed at the way he mocked me. I tried to stay focused. I was looking for a way to escape although it seemed rather impossible at this point. “You did. Well you seem to be a handsome guy, why are you finding it difficult to get one, is it because no one wants an ass like you?” I kept my face plain so he could not tell my feelings. Malcom smiled. “See this is what I mean by humor, I am already enjoying you." He took more steps and was right in front of me. “Emily there is something you do not understand. I do not want you getting hurt in this war, the boys are the ones who will fight and die.

Stone threatened. Malcolm smirked, “You should know better that I hate being threatened.” With that, he walked out of the room, followed behind by his men who dragged the struggling Yolanda with them. She yelled out and watched in disappointment as her father stood like a statue, watching her being dragged away. In her next life, she wouldn’t dare anger this man. At the same time, the news of the Stone empire being involved in fraud and illegal smuggling was aired in every news station. The Stone empire was done for, all thanks to a small mistake.

Malcolm suddenly yelled as he grabbed a table lamp smashing it on the wall. “Argg!!” I screamed in shock as broken pieces of glass flew all over the room. One of the shards pierced my arm. I stared at Malcolm in shock. “Mal calm down,” I uttered, ignoring the piece of glass that was still stuck in my flesh. I was already bleeding. “Don't fucking tell me to calm down. Emery is dead and I fucking failed to protect her. I couldn't protect her.” Malcolm was in pain. I could see it in his eyes.

Malcolm’s voice fills the silence between me and my brothers, and from the way they look, I know that they also found his voice extremely grating… just like I do. “And I mean everything,” Malcolm continues. “The company, the assets, the freedom. I’ve already started looking into her properly, and even with the marriage being open now, all I need is one solid video—something clean and damning—and I can wreck her completely. After that…” He pauses, almost thoughtful. “I’ll need some reliable people. A gang, maybe. Someone who can finish the job and make sure she stays gone.” He finishes, and the video ends right there. My brothers all stay rooted to the spot as they stare at the place my phone

"Good luck. If you need any help, just give me a call." "I'll be fine." Malcolm gave his two employees a stern look. "This incident will not be spoken of again, not to anyone. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." Gustavo picked ANBV up. Malcolm watched the chemist's hand curve around one plump buttock. good lord, with all that had happened, he was still hard. His body thrummed with desire, craving more blood and more female flesh. He could only hope that this dentist would be male. God help any mortal female who crossed his path right now. He still had one fang, and he was afraid he'd use it.

Fragile, even. My chest contracts in a way that pisses me off. Her eyes lift and find mine. Blue meeting blue. The chapel disappears. For a second, it’s just us. She’s beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes a man angry about it. My jaw ticks. My mouth goes dry. “I shouldn’t want her,” I mutter under my breath. Valerio hears. He always does. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Careful, amico,” he murmurs without turning his head. “Someone might think you’re human.”

Sarah agrees, “Always. But I’m going to miss the small you.” The time for niceties is over, however, when Damon strides over, hating killed yet another enemy who had been attempting to run. “What the hell was that thing?!” Kayla doesn’t say anything, just looking at Malcolm who sighs, “It was my son.” “What?” I stare at him, not knowing whether to be bothered by the identity of the creature we had just fought or the casual tone in which Malcolm had told us. “You child?”