Post Malone Story Novels & Stories

This kick almost made Malone feel like his head was about to be smashed into the concrete! “Ah, let go of me! Release me at once!” Malone struggled. The pain in his face made his head feel like it was going to explode! “I’ll ask you one last time. Where are my wife and daughter?” Philip asked as he looked down at the miserable Malone who was on the ground. At this moment, Malone could not bear it any longer. With a trembling hand, he pointed to the three-story-high building a hundred meters away behind him. Here, this small mansion was the symbol of Car Wash City.

Malone chided softly, “You’ve got it wrong. I was just surprised. That’s all” Jeremy shook his head, not believing a word he said, “You don’t have to lie to me. I saw your face,” Malone placed his hand on Jeremy’s shoulders and turned him around, “I am not lying. I am not disgusted. I was genuinely shocked, yes, but not in a bad way,” Jeremy hesitated, he didn’t want to believe Malone blindly, but there was sincerity in his eyes and his words. “Would it be rude if I asked to hear the full story?” Malone asked, stepping closer. “I want to know everything, because I believe there is a story there, and I want to know everything,” he said softly.

"We never managed to blag any information from the deaf guy since you bailed, but-before you lash out, Becca-we found a new lead." "Why don't you just bribe the protagonist in your silly story and get away with everything, as usual?" I asked, setting down my now empty cup of coffee on the desk. "Because, first, we are really in big trouble as LAPD as it is and we are trying to set a good example. Bribing is not. Actually, that's our biggest problem right now." "What did Mark do?" I asked. Marlon did not respond. He just looked uneasy and his facial expressions dimmed, making him seem ashen.

The struggle ended with Gray shooting Marlowe in the face and leaping from the car just before it dove over the side of the road into the Rio Grande Valley below. I have heard this story so many times. I have asked Gray to tell it until it has taken on a mythic quality, like a story from childhood. As I near the end of the drive and see the roof of the house through the trees, I wonder how much of what he’s told me was true. I don’t know. After my conversation with Alan Parker, everything seems suspect.

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.

Gomez quickly added. Malone fell to his knees completely and bowed deeply, his forehead hitting the cold marble floor. “I’m—sorry—Elder,” he stammered, swallowing past the thick lump in his throat. “I was just being foolish, like Elder Gomez said. Please forgive your pathetic subject.” After a moment of silence, his wolf stopped growling. His eyes and claws returned to normal. “Why are you always pissing me off?” he spat, his voice still trembling with barely restrained rage. “I won’t warn you again, Malone. The next time you try to be weak and pathetic… you won’t walk out of this room alive.”

On the same day, I returned to my hometown and stayed with my parents. I locked myself in the room and never ate anything, simply checking my phone from time to time. Knowing Ramona, she would not give up yet. As expected, my boss called me the next morning, his voice dead serious. "Explain this, Bianca. We received an anonymous email with photos attached, claiming you're a homewrecker." I sneered. 'It's always the same old trick from Ramona.'

His heart, weakened by years of stress and anxiety, had finally given out, leaving him to slip away into the darkness. As the silence stretched out, the cabin seemed to grow colder, the shadows deepening into a mournful gloom. Malcolm's body lay still, his chest motionless, his eyes closed as if in eternal sleep. He was gone, leaving behind a legacy of love, regret, and unfinished business. ******

******** (NEXT CHAPTERS CONSIST OF PART TWO OF THE BOOK☺︎ Dear readers, Welcome to Part Two of our captivating tale, where the excitement continues. Get ready to join Malcolm on his thrilling pursuit of Noelle. Please note that this section contains mature and dark themes, including: •⁠ ⁠Explicit kinks •⁠ ⁠Betrayal •⁠ ⁠Domination •⁠ ⁠Emotional affairs •⁠ ⁠Chasing •⁠ ⁠Intense emotional struggles • No cheating among partners As we delve deeper, sensitive chapters will arise without warning. Reader discretion is advised.

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.”