Mr Malcolm's List Book Novels & Stories

And soon he was out to the world. He didn't know how long he slept but he was awake by the soft knocks on the door. Groggily he muttered a COME IN and suddenly realized where he was. "Good Evening Callum . Had a nice sleep? Well Mr. Malcolm is expecting you at the tea. How about I get your clothes ready while you freshen up". Mason informed walking to the closet and Callum jolted up. "Owh. Mr. Malcolm is back". He gulped nervously. Mason turned to Callum with a black formal shirt and slacks with matching shoes.

Kael’s gaze fell on Malcolm, and I could see how tense he was. It was like they were two lions, circling each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Malcolm didn’t seem surprised . He just smirked, stepping back slightly. “Ah, Kael. This is Just the man I wanted to see,” he said, mocking him. “You have been quite the disappointment, haven’t you? The little girl has been causing trouble.” Kael didn’t move and he didn’t say a word. He stood there with his eyes as cold as ice.

Aspen Maliyah stops talking mid-sentence and her eyes begin to glow silver. It’s been awhile since a vision forced itself onto Maliyah and it has us all on edge. Everyone, besides her parents and I, have left the office. We’ve been waiting for what seems like forever for Maliyah to come out of this vision. Her eyes finally return to normal and I catch her before falls to the ground. I lightly tap her cheek as her eyes flutter open. “Maliyah are you okay?”

] Unit 101 belonged to a nearly forty-year-old single man who used to constantly report me to property management for making too much noise and disturbing his rest. Even when I wasn't home, he'd still file complaints. It was like his life's purpose. After I pulled a knife on him one time and threatened to chop him up, he never complained again. Later, I heard it was because he had a crush on one of the new male employees in the property management office. Once he started accusing me, everyone else in the group piled on and began tagging me too. I slowly typed out a response. [Meat covered in maggots, rotting fish and shrimp, and moldy grains? Sorry, I thought it was all garbage.]

Finally, with courage, i turned in his direction and his narrowed gaze and hardened Jaw found mine. Malcolm was the fourth man that wasn’t on the list. Why was he in Omni-corp?

Even if he was now calm and seemed no longer short-tempered unlike his capricious attitude in the past, Edward was still cautious of him. ‘A leopard could never change its spot, could it?’ “Just give me a little time. Just a little more,” Malcolm finally spoke cryptically, his voice unbelievably soothing in a way that made Edward confused if by any chance he was trying to offer him placation and relief from his endless bother.

Nicholas had barely stepped into the warehouse when he felt something shift, a cold air of danger that hadn’t been there before. Malcolm sat in the center of the room, hunched slightly forward, elbows resting on his knees, eyes blazing with something dark and unreadable. Nicholas stood tall, though he could feel unease crawling down his spine. “You asked for me,” he said, voice steady. Malcolm didn’t answer right away. He simply waved his hand, and two of his men stepped forward from the shadows behind Nicholas. In a heartbeat, they grabbed him, one twisting his arm behind his back, the other driving a hard fist into his stomach, knocking the wind from him.

he waved "Hey Malcom, how's work going?" "The usual," Malcom replied and his eyes fell lower "How's the hand?" "On a break." he replied and let out a chuckle "I see you're in top shape as usual," Malcom smiled and moved his gaze to Will "You busy?" "Oh, yeah, I'm just trying to go through this list before heading back. Is there a problem?"

He just gives me a patient smile, “How are you feeling?” I blink, stretching my neck a little, "Just a bump on the head but nothing serious. What are you-?” My question trails off when I see the bodies lying on the ground around me. They seem to be almost sleeping except for how pale and waxy their skin is. “Ah,” I move back from the one closest to me. “Did you-?” “I was a little peckish,” Malcolm shrugs. “I knocked them out before I fed from them. But I sadly had to kill them. They weren't very good people.”

both pedantic and tiresome. One of Malcolm’s pet topics was alien big cats. He kept a scrapbook filled with cuttings that mentioned sightings of large wildcats in remote places. One day he meant to write the definitive book on the subject but, like all of Malcolm’s grand plans, it came to nothing in the end. Sally wondered if she ought to take a photo of the Beast on her phone and send it to Malcolm. She didn’t have his contact details though—she hadn’t spoken with him for years, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to get back in touch. Sally preferred to keep Malcolm and the Beast out of her relationship as much as possible. The Beast, however, had other ideas.