Malcolminthemiddle Intro Novels & Stories

Kael The palace hadn’t stopped shaking. Even after the tremors faded, the walls still hummed — not with fear, but with recognition. Like they remembered something old. Something divine. Something dangerous. Malen arrived at dawn, his cloak streaked with soot, his eyes too bright for comfort. He bowed low before speaking. “It’s begun.” I didn’t need to ask what he meant. The golden scar across the horizon still burned from the night before — a wound in the sky that refused to fade.

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I say in a seductive tone. "Uh huh." He nods. "I would sit on your dick and start to ride..." He bites onto his lip. "Then I strangle you to death or pick your neck up and put you in a chokehold until you die." I smile. His excitement disappears. "Landing in thirty." Says a voice over the intercom. Malcom turns away from me and keeps reading his magazine. Now Jingle Bell Rock is playing. Malcom doesn't know it, but he's torturing me by making me listen to this shit.

She looked pleased with herself in the way she looked pleased when she had done something she hadn't been sure she could do. They ate. The city below. The ordinary evening. "Malcolm in the dock," she said carefully. "How was that?" "Strange," he said. "Necessary. Strange." He looked at his plate. "He stood very still. He always stood very still. Even at seven years old." A pause. "It looked like composure. It probably was composure. But I kept thinking that underneath it he was running the same model he always ran and finding the outputs different than expected."

I asked as we continued our journey down the long pathway and closer to the broken, ruined house, chatter from inside getting louder the closer we got. “You’re about to see.” Was all Malcom smiled as he reached up and knocked four times in a weird like code sequence before he reached for the handle and forced the door open, the old wood seeming to scuff up the flooring causing resistance. “It’s Malcom, I have the Luna Iris with me!” He called inside as though he was giving them a heads up so they wouldn’t attack, before he walks in, indicating me to also walk in behind him. Scanning the area as though someone else was going to pop out, I do as I was instructed and begin to take my first step

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

" Malcolm interrupted Debbie angrily. Malcolm's dark eyes didn't show the slightest bit of warmth. His facial features were gorgeous and cold and his coldness made people want to retreat. He glanced at Velma. The words that he almost blurted out were forced back into his heart. Velma stood at the side and did not dare to say a word. Malcolm was born with a sense of oppression and Velma was most afraid of it. It could also be said that her fear came from the inferiority in her heart because she was not the biological daughter of the Remington family.

“You can’t scale this, Charlotte.” She didn’t answer immediately. He continued. “You can’t house billions on basalt ridges. You can’t run global supply chains on trust and conversation.” She finally spoke. “I’m not trying to scale it.” He paused. “That’s worse.” Riven shifted slightly. Malcolm noticed. His eyes flicked to them. “You’re the prototype,” he said calmly. Riven met his gaze. “I’m not your anything.” Malcolm’s faint smile returned. “Not mine,” he corrected. “Hers.”

Marcus had given me exactly five miniature cameras, each were no bigger than a shirt button, but powerful enough to record audio and video in high clarity. The Malcovich estate was beyond anything I had imagined. It felt like a castle mixed with a museum, every part of it breathing with secrets. Long hallways stretched endlessly, walls adorned with portraits of men and women with eyes that seemed to follow me. Doors were tall, painted in rich hues, and polished until they gleamed. Marcus’s voice returned in my ear. “Start with Norman’s room.”

he replied. “I am not quite sure about that—” Stone started to say but got interrupted. “I don’t have the time to exchange words with you. I made sure I took my bath before coming here today and I wouldn’t like to take a second bath,” Malcom said as he used his face to clean the invincible silva that managed to escape from Stone mouth. “You said—” “Carlos, I came all the way to see you,” Malcolm interrupted one again, “But I didn’t know some miscreant would be with you here,” he added as he looked at Stone from head to toe.