Malicious Intent Book Novels & Stories

"Old hag! Witch! Ugly monster! "It's your fault we can't go back to our home. "I'll kill you!" This time, I didn't hold back. The second he charged at me, I sidestepped him and slapped him hard across the face. "Nobody ever taught you manners, so I guess I'll do it myself. "I'll teach you what respect is. "In life, there are rules to be followed!" In the end, Shirley and her accomplices were criminally detained on charges of identity theft and financial fraud.

"It wasn't a note. It was insurance." I shed the high-moral executive persona like a layer of dead skin. It felt heavy. Useless. I stepped into the silence of the room with a chilling, newfound clarity. I wasn't the victim anymore. I wasn't the 'bottom' in this power play. I was the silent partner. "Insurance is for people who plan on being around to collect." I started the authorization for the first predatory strike. The transition didn't feel like a fall. It felt like a homecoming. To my darkest impulses. To the monster Caleb had been trying to wake up since the night in London.

“That’s… not what I meant.” “It’s what it decided your choice meant,” Corvin said quietly. I flipped further in. Other Authors. Other worlds. Every time someone had picked up a tool, the system had framed it as a consent to exploitation. Every “no” it hadn’t understood got tagged as ERROR and smoothed out in the summary. “You’re furious,” Selene observed. “Yes,” I said. “Because it hijacked my intent. Because it’s been stamping its own labels on my chapters and calling them mine.”

“We’re calling to confirm receipt of your security notice. We’ve locked your account changes and flagged the false reports as malicious. However, there’s one more issue—we received an email from an address claiming to be you, requesting to delete Chapters 21–30 and replace them with a statement.” My blood went cold. Noah’s pencil froze mid‑stroke across the table. I kept my voice steady. “That wasn’t me.” “We believed it wasn’t,” the voice said. “But per policy, we need your confirmation. Also—we want to advise you not to change or delete any published chapters unless requested by your editor.” “I won’t,” I said. “Good,” the voice replied. “We’ve blocked the request. Your book remains intact

, I bark and Elliot nods his head and starts typing away on his phone and making phone calls. I drive like a maniac toward the plane. I need to get the fuck out of here, I need to go kill someone and make myself useful, make myself the man I am supposed to be, not the boy involved with a girl that has been using me, using me to favor my enemy. She knew everything about me, I opened up to her, and now she’s dancing with him? She’s dancing with the devil. And now she is going to burn in hell, with him, I will make sure of it.

“Hold on! That book seems special. I bet you haven’t seen it before. We need…” “Fire to reveal what has been written.” Lucas completed my words, and my eyes only widened in surprise. “I have read all the books here, probably a hundred times. But this particular book can open a door to bad incidents the moment you reveal all that is in the book. It uses your mind to free itself. So, it’s better off not reading. This is where you have to caution your curiosity.” He lectured me. “Oh, I see. I’m sorry.” I apologized, realizing I could have caused havoc with my own hands.

"Can you help me find the Grimoire of Shadows?" "What do you intend to do with it?" Asked, and I felt the dark suspicion veiled in his voice. "I intend to prevent more demons from being able to ascend to earth and torment humans," I replied immediately. The silence lasted a few beautiful seconds. "Tell me what you really intend to do with the book," he asked firmly.” "I want to destroy it," I said.

I tell him. Slowly, and almost deliberately, Malik places the book onto the chair. The cover is incriminating, and just the sight of it makes my heart race. I wonder if Malik actually reads things like that, or if it was just a purposeful thing he had done to mess with me. The latter suits his personality a lot more. "You don't know what it brings yet," he reminds me. "You could love it." "Doubt it," I say, folding my arms over my chest like a set of armour. The special kind, that has Alphas running in the opposite direction.

He said sternly as if making a deal with him with his unimpressed eyes. This fucker seemed to want something. He acted like he had his own motive, thus, Wan had to release the other three. Malikul stopped whatever he did and went back to sit straight. “Put me in.” “Put you where… in?” “That book! Put me in. Let me in.” “Excuse me?” This time, Malikul pointed his finger at the book on the table. The book that he took care of sincerely and brought it everywhere he went just because Shadow was inside it.

She had one more try that she didn't want to miss and hoped that she would hear a different beep than the error beep. She was getting discouraged and wondered if the bank had discovered the safe and cracked it. However, she took heart in the fact that she was going to receive a sum of money worth all this effort... She took a deep breath and chose a random code... It was her birthday... She took another deep breath and prayed to all the gods in her head... She wanted to go home and have no more worries... She had no other way out now... She couldn't count on Tamie. She had knocked out one of her clients... She was trembling because she knew that this man was going to take revenge...