Malcolm In Empire Novels & Stories

The once proud Don then sat in the shadows, unshaven, his eyes sunken, looking like a broken man. Someone stumbled in, his voice filled with despair. "Don… our last restaurants and shipping companies… they're gone too. The banks are calling in debts, and our enemies are already waiting outside." Vincent did not move. He looked like a statue. "And… and…" the man's voice shook as if he might break down. "We just received news… Sofia… she had a miscarriage… in the dungeon…" Vincent's eyes finally moved. Empty. No grief, no anger. Just a hollow, lifeless stillness.

Eden said and Malakai chuckled as he kissed her. “Of course. But I hope that one day you'll consider ruling beside me.” Malakai said. “Ruling?” She asked and Malakai nodded. “It’s not just an agency. It's an empire that I created, that I control and that I rule. And I would have it no other way.” Malakai said. “One day, maybe I will.” Eden said and Malakai loved hearing that. Suddenly a ringing on Malakai's phone went off and Malakai leaned over to grab it. It was his gate's alarm signalling someone was here. He looked at the cameras and saw a man and a woman probably in their late 40s or early 50s.

DAMON Malcolm George was Kelvin's closest friend in Landera and if anyone knew what was going on, it was Malcolm. Malcolm was a shapeshifter and also a lawyer based in Landera. Mason was on the wheels driving to Malcolm's home, singing and as usual, trying to hit the high notes.. which he fails every damn time. Malcolm lived in Landera but his house was at the other side of the town so it would take a little while before getting there.

she said, her voice hollow and devoid of emotions. Malcolm chuckled low. “You're welcome to leave, Rey, but know this.” He paused as his expression darkened. “Once you cross that threshold, the offer to join me no longer stands; you will be my enemy.” Rey raged inside, but she breathed through it, schooling her features, and without responding, she turned away, walking towards the door, her movement seeming almost robotic. “Think carefully,” Malcolm growled behind her, but she didn't flinch or turn once.

“Fine. Next time I’ll talk to you. But I still want more pups. I’ve told you that.” “While there’s unrest in the city? Or war? Malcolm, it doesn’t make sense. Unless you plan on me giving birth to your army. Or are you hoping one will survive to take your place?” Malcolm said nothing. He just stared at her with a pained and suffering look on his face. “Oh, Malcolm. I don’t want to outlive my offspring.”

We were gone a lot longer than we planned to be. We walked up the stairs and opened the door to our apartment. Emily was sitting on the couch with a look of fear in her eyes. She was holding Zyria in her arms. "Where have you been? " she asked. She looked around us, "Where's Malcom?" I plumped down next to her and Roman remained by the door, still, in shock, I think. "He..." I took a deep breath before continuing. "He killed the Death Stalker, but looking into his eyes it was as if he had turned feral with rage. Then he took off into the night with its head still in his mouth." I think I am going to throw up!

"Connor and Keith Saunders! How dare they cause such a scene in public and show such blatant disrespect to Mr. Cole! And I can't believe that Jay Saunders has the audacity to stick up for his good-for-nothing sons! This is unacceptable! Get the cars ready, and summon the troops! I need a thousand soldiers ready for this!" With that, Malcolm turned to grab his coat and stormed out the door. By the time he arrived at the door, his second-in-command had finished rounding up a thousand soldiers as per his orders.

Finally, with courage, i turned in his direction and his narrowed gaze and hardened Jaw found mine. Malcolm was the fourth man that wasn’t on the list. Why was he in Omni-corp?

“I didn’t say it was an issue.” “You didn’t have to.” Chelsea walked in while typing on her phone. “Did you say Camille’s coming?” “Yes,” Margaret answered. Chelsea smiled. “Good. I wanted to ask her where she bought that black bag.” I stared at both of them for a moment, then turned back to the stove. Apparently, I was the only person in this house who found it strange that Ethan’s former sweetheart was becoming part of our daily life. At seven, I heard the front door open.

Duante's POV I bottomed out my drink. It pissed me off when she pointed the gun at herself. She was going to hurt her. I've told her I don't feel for her. Fu**! I can't keep her out of my thoughts. She is driving me crazy. It's a pure feeling. I don't want her forcibly. People didn't dare to come near me. Today I allowed them, because I wanted to prove my wife wrong. I'm an international businessman, not just it, I'm The Mafia Emperor. My eyes were searching for my girl. I saw remorse in her eyes when these girls were swaying around me to catch my attention which I ignored like always. I put the empty glass down and picked up the second one. I sipped from my second drink. My eyes were fishin