Reading With Malcolm Novels & Stories

How could I have been so blind to not notice how Wilbet had one silly excuse after another for the disappearance of a car or a piece of art? My gaze drifted, unfocused, to the crackling fireplace—not for warmth, but for grounding. My ears rang with something far colder than the storm outside. And suddenly, a voice rose from the fog of memory. Malcolm Laurent. That long, slow dinner at their estate a couple days ago. The oysters. The claret. The glint in Malcolm’s eye—not flirtatious, but calculated. “I think you’re smart enough to know when the building’s on fire. And strong enough to walk out before it burns.”

**Trigger Warning - This book contains theme's some people find disturbing. It is a dark story - it contains mention of rape and dub-con. If you don't like stories with dubious consent do not read - (It is called BLACKMAILED by the BULLY people... this is the title and THEME of the book) Much love and thanks for reading x** Alice stood on the corner on Monroe Avenue, staring at the house four doors down. Outwardly, there was nothing terrifying about the property—a three-bed red brick terrace similar to others in the row, and not dissimilar to her own.

SAWYER You have got to be fucking kidding me. Malcolm slowly rose from the floor like a demon making its forbidden ascent from the pits of hell. And Malcolm looked every bit like a creature from its dark depths. Razor-sharp claws were elongated from his fingers. Serrated fangs that grazed over his bottom lip. His ginger hair had turned midnight black and an ominous aura oozed off every pore on his inhumane body. Any one of these changes would have made him seem vicious to anyone else.

“Fancy a bottle of wine?” Malik flipped open the document that was in front of him, tried to read it and then closed it. He tried again without success and finally decided to abandon the pretense of getting any work done. It was stupid to think that he could just go on and things would remain the way they were. He could barely hold a meeting lately.

I knew that the show was just about to start. As expected, Gary was the first one to open his filthy mouth. "So, have you thought about it? It's just giving birth to a baby. It's an easy thing to do. Why are you taking so long to think about it? "If you don't agree to it, I won't let you off easy. This is a warning!" Gary glared at me with a menacing look, as if he would slap me across the floor if I dared to reject him. Drake shook his hand and interrupted Gary. Then, he smiled softly as he looked at me through his glasses, "Janice, you don't have to overthink things. It's quite simple, actually.

Mia's face becomes more serious. “That word means floral” - Malcolm tells her, holding a thick book in his hand. Mia turns her head, slightly embarrassed by her ignorance. She shyly says thanks to the man and puts the book back, intending to start cleaning. Malcolm laughs and returns to his seat. Mia sees his book and asks: “Do you read through such a thick book?” The boy nods and replies: "What's up?" Mia shakes her head but then peeks again as he is reading, seeing his serious expression make her seem to have a different look. She greatly admires knowledgeable people. He sneers.

She would really rather he be full. Memories of the kitchen at Malcolm's house came flooding back. Erling trying to keep her out of the refrigerator. Erling and Tommy warming up their "protein drinks' ' in the microwave. The harem girls drink red stuff from their wine glasses. Good God, it had been in front of her the whole time. The wolf's fang. The coffins in the basement. Malcolm is sleeping like the dead in her bedroom. He really had been dead. Was still dead, even though he walked and talked. And kissed like a… a devil.

Malcolm said, full of himself “Besides…” “How interesting… I like reading in my free time, too.” Andy nodded, although it was very clear he was more interested in talking about himself than hearing about her “But currently, my favorite pastime has been practicing Muay Thai.” she said, pretending not to notice Gabriel's interested look on her “Everyday life at the office can be a little stressful and that helps me a lot…” “Oh, how lovely…” Malcolm said, with a forced smile “What is that? Some kind of crochet?”

, "but To answer your real question—" "How would you know ?, Are you in my head?, Or a psychic?". Gerard asked raising a brow at me, It was The funny brow that dared me to act smart again, I looked away. "It isn't easy to read people, Especially when events correspond". I answered back, I tried looking away, Gerard was an intimidating speaker, but his words were fairly wise. "You aren't doing the right Job reading people then, Maybe you're all words". Gerard challenged, I looked up and eyed him.

Honestly, I'd never met anyone like her before. The mother and son had only moved in a week ago. Ever since then, the hallway had reeked of sour, rotten funk. Shirley always looked polished and put together, but the second their apartment door opened, the smell hit like a truck. I honestly wondered if they'd dragged an entire landfill into their home. Her eight-year-old son, Mike Lambert, was even worse. He was a classic wild child. He ran around all day waving his toy sword and yelling about killing people.