Malicious Intent Book Novels & Stories

Although she had not opened the box, Thea knew the Book of Malice was within the box and would also have records of Demonic Breath and Murderous Energy. After thinking for a while, she picked up the needles and inserted them into the box. Click! The box opened instantly. As expected, there was indeed a book within it. The book was stored in a sealed box and was preserved well. Thea looked at the book with hesitation and contemplated if she should open it to take a look. She wondered if she should practice Demonic Breath and Murderous Energy. After contemplating for a while, she could not resist the temptation and opened it to read through it.

I hate that fucking deal. “That’s bullshit, and you know it. Don’t you think he would put a bullet in any of our pretty heads if he had the chance? Are you that delusional?” I bark at Killian, and Theo stands up, resting one hand on my shoulder and giving me a stern look. Theo is usually a lot more relaxed, but he is serious, and he is worried. Two of his clubs burned to the ground, and there were no witnesses of how it was done, and all the businesses are being attacked when there’s no one there, so it's not to cause damage is to destroy the business and stop the inflow of cash that supports the rest of our activities.

It was Damian Knight’s voice when he said, “You belong to me.” Because a part of her believed him. And a darker part didn’t want to argue. She stood restlessly and wandered the room. Her fingers trailed along the bookshelves. Most were hardbound. Thick, glossy, untouched. Titles like Power & Play, Behavioral Strategy, and Psychology of Loyalty. One book was crooked. She tilted her head. It was the only one not aligned with the rest. She reached out. Pulled it. Nothing happened. No secret door. No dramatic reveal.

It is used solely to serve the story’s character arc, themes of identity and survival, and dramatic tension. Characters in this book may display dark, immoral, or emotionally complex behaviors. This includes betrayal, manipulation, power struggles, violence, and intense romantic or physical relationships. The presence of these elements does not indicate that the author condones or promotes such actions in real life. They are included as part of the fictional experience, to explore the emotional and psychological impact of surviving in a dangerous and unpredictable world.

So why did something like that happen at the most disadvantageous time? Because he had not been able to build the perfect secure space for it, he placed it among the ordinary books in hope of it going unnoticed. However, when he ran his fingers through the row of books, he could not feel that one book which was supposed to be there. His heartbeat immediately accelerated, it’s the equivalent of losing your phone in the modern day. Someone like hom who was mostly cold headed suddenly became anxious, out of all things in the world, it was one of the few things he absolutely could not let go because the consequence of misuse of the book could lead to a terrible disaster.

And then there’s the stench. Every last one of them carries the putrid stench of malice. It emanates from them, contaminating everything around them like a virus. Some wear their malice proudly, owning it and showcasing it like it were a decomposing crown to be mounted proudly upon their heads. Others hide theirs. They attempt to mask it with good deeds and kind words, but I still smell it. I can smell the insincerity a continent away. They can pretend to be mild-mannered, compassionate creatures, but it takes so little to bring forth the malice. How easily every last one of them would turn on each other, and for what? This is the world I have awoken to and it’s enough to make me realise I w

he nodded toward the weathered tome with its cracked leather spine—“and start flipping through. Pick whichever makes you feel more productive.” I gritted my teeth but knew I wasn’t winning this one. I snatched the book from the table in his and William’s motel room and cracked it open. It was filled with lore—spirits, sigils, theology. I had no idea where to begin, so I just started at the top. From his bed, William looked up from where he was doodling on motel stationery. “That symbol’s driving me nuts,” he grumbled. “This whole job is. I thought the lore said Malcolm only targets women?”

This is my first book, and I'm really glad that it's complete. I really hope that y'all also support my other stories (Resurgence) who is also available on GoodNovel. Resurgence is the book 2 from the Color Series. And ILLICIT is the book one. Once again thank you for reading and supporting Skye and Adeline's love story. Now let's go to Resurgence, and see if Hestia and Hecate's will rekindle their old flame. Once again I'm very thankful for all of you, who supported, believe in Skye and Adeline's love story. Thank you, and I love all of you. I almost forgot, i posted Skye and Adeline's gown inspired on my F******k, along with Skye's engagement ring and their home.

He had planned everything from the start! Hatred for them all bubbled up inside me, growing stronger by the second. If I had a knife now, I would have rushed out at them and stabbed them all a hundred times over. I was so mad that my chest began to heave. However, their disgusting voices just kept going. "But Janice is such a pretty woman. Don't you feel bad for her?" Drake asked. I never thought that Gary would be able to speak even more vile words than Drake. "Well, the world is full of pretty women. It's not like I have to die on this hill of hers.

I redraw one in the margins of my notebook, slower this time, making sure the lines actually make sense instead of just memorizing them. If I understand it, I don’t have to remember as much. The candy dissolves slowly while I work. The words are familiar enough to understand, but my brain keeps pulling them apart, twisting them into something else. I underline a paragraph twice. If crime follows money… then money follows power. And power always leaves a trail. A ledger somewhere. A deal someone remembers. A favour waiting to be collected. People think power hides itself. It doesn’t. It just buries the evidence under layers of respectability.