Malcolminthemiddle Intro Novels & Stories

"Such an honour to meet you, Athena. My name is Malcolm." ***

Malcom. "Well hello, I didn't get to introduce myself last time we met, I am Malcom Black. And you're not going to be seeing your precious mate anytime soon."With all the energy I have left, I raise my arm and attempt to slap him, he grabs hold of my wrist and I squeak at the pain, I am definitely getting bruises tonight aren't I.

I need to get down there to greet them. Just as reach the bottom step, Malin walks in loaded down with bags. “Thanks for the help, Rich,” she grumbles, dropping her bags in the entryway. “Here, let me help you with that,” I say, rushing up to help her. Rich is hugging Emlyn, but he turns to apologize to Malin. I’m not sure what he sees on my face. I’m completely enraptured with my mate who, if possible, is even more beautiful than she was the last time I saw her.

“What do you want?” Malcolm looked at him in silence for a while. Then, he said slowly, “I did something stupid.” “Not your first time but what did you do this time?” “Sit down,” he answered, gesturing to the chair across him. He watched as his friend sat down with a curious look now on his face. “Did I tell you that I arranged a meeting with the McClains?” McClains was a new yet fast rising Enterprise that Malcolm had hoped to invest in and he had been working on pitching a business idea to them for months.

I sat upright, changing my settings to switch to mails. It was from Dr. Xander with a black envelope as the subject followed by, "You need to see this!" I read out loud. I clicked on the new mail. Dear Becca, Dr. Baldowski managed to compile your memory into a disk and it is attached to this mail. But before you watch, hear me out first. You might have a deep-rooted belief concerning your personality but don't play a personality you are not. Yes, something or someone might have deluded you to that particular belief but believe me, that's not who you are.

I was done being a pawn. If Malcom wanted a war, he had one. ---------------------------------------------

Malcolm is neither a friend nor a foe, He operates in a moral gray zone, pursuing his interests, even if it means betraying those close to him. With lips curling into something that wasn't quite a smile, Malcolm remarked, “You’re hard to track down, Adrian.” Adrian remained motionless. “Then you should have taken the hint.” Malcolm chuckled softly. “Still sharp-tongued, I see.” Then his gaze shifted scanning the penthouse. Leila stayed still. Hidden, but not unnoticed. Malcolm’s eyes flicked toward her, lingering for a brief moment before returning to Adrian. “I didn’t come here for pleasantries,” he stated. “We need to talk. Privately.”

She paused for a while her hands at her back as she fidgeted clearly anxious, she looked at their curious gazes and began speaking again. "Someone special told me it is better to try than regret later for not trying, I would be disappointed if I don't get the part but I would be happy that I tried my best, I would just try again another time". She answered sincerely as they all stared at her emotionless, there was a drift in Miranda's eyes, something She couldn't understand . "Who is That Someone Special?". A deep rich unfamiliar voice spoke to her, The voice was deep and rich and was soothing to hear, it had a hint of British accent in it surprising Grace, the voice belonged to Mr Black who

And neither one of them look a day over 40. Malcom is currently telling us about how he had decided to spend a few years around Mount Everest, those few years turning into a decade. It’s apparently tranquil, serene and peaceful without humans around, and he had fallen in love with the place. When he had returned to civilisation, he had been walking by some shops and had seen a person in a box talking to him. He had stopped to talk to the man and had received abuse from the shopkeeper for being drunk. It had taken him a while to realise what a television was. He has us all in stitches.

Just as Malcolm contemplated the options he had, Lucas and his men dug out a small chest from beneath the tree. Jim immediately lunged forward to open the chest. There was a small box engraved with the letter M, in a plastic wrapper inside the chest. Jim opened the box, frowning, and discovered a small pill wrapped in aluminum foil. "She had given me only one of these pills, but…I told her I had lost it so that she'd give me another one," Malcolm explained timidly. "Initially, I had planned to use this to escape…"