Malicious Intent Book Novels & Stories

"I didn't do it. I would never lay a hand on her like that, no matter how much she provokes me. But they didn't care about the truth. They just wanted someone to blame. And now, I am sure, I am a hundred percent sure, that you didn't poison Ricardo’s dad. But look where you are. You are getting punished for a crime you didn't commit, just like me." "It was Evelyn," I hissed. "Or Maria. They want me gone." "It doesn't matter who did it," Leo replied, his voice growing urgent. "The real mirror, Pauline, is not just in their marriage. It is in both our lives. We are reflections of their malice. Until you walk out of this family, until we both leave this place, we will never have peace. The Alph

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--- “And start relying on recognition.” --- Victor tilted his head. --- “Explain.” --- Elena turned back to the threads. --- “They can alter messages.” --- A beat. --- “They can delay signals.” --- Another pause. --- “But they can’t fake intent.” --- The idea settled slowly. --- Because intent— --- Was deeper than data. --- Deeper than words. --- Something felt— --- Not transmitted. --- Adrian nodded slightly. --- “So instead of trusting what’s said…” --- Elena finished it.

That almost made it worse. “You basically gave her a progress report on my seal breaking.” Calder looked at me. “I didn’t know.” “I believe you.” He seemed surprised by that. “It doesn’t make what you did okay.” “No.” Mansfield nodded once. “Intent matters. It does not erase consequences.” Calder rubbed a hand over his jaw before looking down at the records again. For once, there was no argument waiting behind his expression. “I understand.” “I sincerely hope you do,” Mansfield said.

"I’ve been thinking about it on the way. I don't think it's a vendetta. The nails were scattered at the intersection. My mom going to call my uncle for dinner—both of those things are too random. It’s not like my mom is the only person who walks through that intersection, and if she hadn't gone to call him, she wouldn't have stepped on them." "Then it must be some anti-social idiot doing idi*tic things!" Jerry, usually quite refined, couldn't help but curse. On one hand, the nail-throwing idiot had ruined his weekend; on the other, he felt bad for Margaret. Getting several holes in your feet just by stepping outside—the brief description Jim gave him made his own feet ache. Sophia chimed in,

I said softly causing him to look over at me surprise on his features at my change in tone. "Real name is Kateus, also known as the sin of envy, due to jealous tendencies and grudges" I said taking a deep breath. "One of the main downfalls in humanity is the want for what others have making him one of the most dangerous sins because it doesn't matter who gets hurt in the process the only thing that is a priority is his own want to be better and higher then anything and everyone else around him" I said causing him to look almost ashamed.

I won’t be the one who takes the last thing she has left, even if that thing is the man who took everything from her. He thought he was clever. He thought he could double cross the Malcolms, sell them out to the FBI, get control of their assets, and walk away clean. He knew about the hitman. He knew the schedule. He thought the FBI was his shield, that they would protect him while he played both sides. He thought he was protected. He’s not. He’s a dead man walking, and he doesn’t even know it yet. I shove his head back down and stand.

"Try to be open minded on this, Caty. He may not be that bad. He's a man from the Mafia and the number one rule in the Mafia is always respect what's yours, adore and cherish. It's a Catholic thing, I know. But he can't violate the number one rule right? Not if he's Boss." "I thought you were against all this." I like it, really. If I was a hopeless romantic, which I wasn’t. "I doubt he believes in that, Chase. I don't even know what rules he goes by. And I feel like he has this dark vendetta against us."

His hand stopped in front of her face; his blood was dropping on the floor, and his eyes met with her ocean eyes. "Aurora!!!" He called softly as a tear dropped out of his left eye... "Don't stop me!!!" He warned softly... "I'm very dangerous... I kill without conscience; I destroy everything that is good... I break people's happy home... I am the opposite of love... I am the wind of destruction... All my intentions are sinful. I brought you here for my sinful intention..." Shhh! Aurora whispered… placing her index finger on his lips their face was close and their breath mix with each other….

“It’s a beacon. And a bomb. The moment we handed it to authorities or tried to use the files officially, it would have encrypted itself, wiped clean, or worse, planted false data that would discredit us and make us look like we fabricated everything.” He leans back, a cold admiration in his eyes. “It’s elegantly malicious. They weren’t just trying to walk away clean. They were trying to make us into villains.” The room spins. I grip the edge of the desk. All our planning, our grim resolve, our belief that we were finally a step ahead was all part of their script. Liam’s pathetic performance, Ryan’s smug betrayal, the “secret” journal… They were puppets on strings Malice was pulling.