The Maltese Falcon Novels & Stories

“Of course. Those irrelevant feelings are her strong point. That makes her a human.” Eagle plastered his ear against the calming sound of the thumping heart and mewled. “How about Falcon?” BANG! The sound of ignition went off yet again. The ground yet again roared pitifully and shook violently. disregarding the chaos, both of them were already in their own fantasy world. Malikul’s eyes filled with nothing but warmth. Another hand patted Eagle’s head with a deepened smile. “Falcon is the smallest bird predator. It was coming from an eagle's family yet smaller in size. Despite being small, it was dangerous, stealthy, and agile. Apart from that, it is intelligent.”

" I was surprised when she wrapped her arm around my neck and pulled me closer to her until our lips touched. It happened quickly but it felt like it was happening slowly to me. It's Russell's first time doing that, so I'll add another to my collection. --- While Russell and Claire were sitting on the grass, Ryker and I sat on the bench in the garden and just watched them. "I was nervous because I thought you would buy a K9." Ryker chuckled. "That was my plan, but things changed because of Claire. He chose that." I looked again at the dog Russell was holding. It was a Maltese dog. Despite its small size (7.9 to nearly 10 inches), it has a long and adorable lifespan. It has a long, white, sil

They looked too adorable that I wished I could adopt one as well. "You can pick which one you want from them," the man said. I took a closer step towards the crate filled with puppies wagging their little tails and panting. I picked up the little white Maltese. "She's perfect and I know Steph will like her." The man nodded, "Ahh yes, the Maltese is a very smart dog and loves people. But it can be a bit territorial every so often." "Great we'll take her," Ash who was oddly quiet finally spoke up.

Fabian raised his hand, frowning. “Yes Fabian, please go ahead.” “Sir, how are we going to trace Night Prowlers when the MI5 haven’t been successful? What do we have that they don’t?” Fabian enquired. A few murmurs and nods in agreement went around the table. Malcolm nodded and chuckled. “We have this young man right here, Marco Cortes.” THE END.

Something sinister lay in the silence and Dan turned to scan the way. He wouldn't be caught off guard again. A shadow shifted in his periphery, and he turned as a man stepped from between two cars. Medium heights. Medium build. Well-dressed and carrying a briefcase. Not someone Betty would normally have noticed. Not someone she would normally have thought of as a threat. But these weren't normal circumstances, and everyone was a threat until proven otherwise. "Hey!" the man called out, offering a quick wave and a brief smile. "I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?"

“No. You just have to believe me when I say this - you can trust me, no matter how hard it may seem.” He was delusional but I figured it would be nice to just play along. If he really was under the impression that I would actually believe his load of crap then he has a lot coming. The man was obviously crazy. Something the medium fails to mention. They call him the devil, a wicked man, cruel and dark. What they left out on is the fact that he has a loose nut somewhere in his head - or a missing one altogether. “Fine,” I said and squared my shoulder, “so why are you keeping me locked up in here?”

She sigh gathering all the courage she had as she immediately get going in the opposite direction. Back in Veroma, all the children and women are already on their way to Aldon. Therens prepare his sword as he slowly put it inside his brown leather scabbard and put on his army green soldier uniform same as what General Malta was wearing. “Where is your dagger? Can I take a look?” General Malta asked while watching him put on his scabbard around his body. “Here it is.” Therens handed him the small silver dagger. “Quite small and it’s heavy.” General Malta examined the dagger as he lift it up on his level while looking at how pointed it is. The handle had a snake carved on it which makes it mor

Carvalho hurriedly clasped one of his hands over the other as he said, “Master Xanthos, I’ve also long heard of your great reputation. It is said that Master Xanthos is very awe-inspiring in the British Isles and that half of the Oskians in Europe have great respect for you! Now that I’ve finally met you today, it seems as though Master Xanthos truly possesses an extraordinary aura!” The corner of Falco’s mouth curved into an ugly smile as he immediately said, “Master Mason, it was a little too presumptuous of me to invite the both of you to come here today. It was because my favorite parasitic worm had traveled all the way here from England with me, and it had already been starving for thre

Discretion. It is what differentiates a monster from a villain. And this man right here is a monster. Not only could he not stomach that a Ponteza mafioso like me, half Italian and half Spanish, was taking over the mafia world. Spain, Italy, Las Vegas and the rest of the network. He also crossed the lines I drew. Children. My disgust when I realised that the overly religious bastard trying to bring me down, built a church and dutifully attended mass but trafficked the young and helpless when he didn't need to.

Pierce. The meeting with Don Massimo went better than expected. His loyalty was intact, his words promising, his respect for the Plaza still unshaken. But what unsettled me were two uninvited guests meandering in Milan. He leaned back, cigar smoke puffing from his mouth. "Your mother’s been asking around for Falcon." He announced. That name alone made every nerve on my body rise. I knew exactly who Falcon was, a bottom-feeding hitman with a special taste for psychological terror for women. He didn’t just kill women, he destroys them first. Leaves them broken and violated, begging for death before delivering the final blow.