One Mc Novels & Stories

he replied, already starting the engine. As we drove, I leaned my head back against the seat, letting my eyes close for a moment. The high was still there, my senses were still sharp, buzzing, and I still felt so much alive under my skin. Everything felt clearer, faster, and more possible. I wished the cocaine in my system at that moment didn’t ever wear off. ‘This is like 5 kilometers away from your home, boss.’ ‘That’s right.’ ‘We’re there now.’ Williams informed.

DAMON Malcolm George was Kelvin's closest friend in Landera and if anyone knew what was going on, it was Malcolm. Malcolm was a shapeshifter and also a lawyer based in Landera. Mason was on the wheels driving to Malcolm's home, singing and as usual, trying to hit the high notes.. which he fails every damn time. Malcolm lived in Landera but his house was at the other side of the town so it would take a little while before getting there.

The world tilted on its axis. "You know Owen," Monica said softly, watching my face disintegrate. "You remember him, don't you? My... associate." "He's supposed to be gone," I whispered. "He disappeared months ago." "He's back," Monica said, taking a sip of her mimosa. "And he's very eager to help me fix this mess. He's a bit rough around the edges, as you know. Not much for conversation. He prefers... action." She pointed a manicured nail at the photo of Owen outside Darla's building.

One— BANG.