Afton Family Michael Novels & Stories

There was no point warming up to his family. “Mr. Ray, Sir.” She said, addressing Michael’s father. “Yes, My Dear.” “Is it true that this family is into criminality, due to mafia connections?” she asked innocently. Zee expected her question to raise some brows and she was not disappointed. It came as no surprise to her as silence reigned for a few seconds. There seemed to be a moment’s pause in time and when she looked at Michael, she could not read the expression on his face. She caught the hint of a smirk at his lips that didn’t reach his eyes, which unnerved her.

Max had just signed his death warrant along with whoever helped him, I finally got my wish of ending that son-of-a-bitch. ***** Bolt I woke up after passing out, Christian had taken over taking care of my sons and I thanked him. Toffe said, "I eased the pain, but we need to find them now," and I got up and drank some water, I felt dehydrated. I watched the footage again and I got so angry, Rover stayed next to my boys who were with Christian and we headed out. Toffe eyes glazed over and we heard Michael's son was missing, seems like the jackass crossed the wrong Fae King. Michael was not the one to be messed with and he is so dead now but not after I wiped the room with his ass. We ended up

Forever. “Penny for your thoughts?” I looked up and smiled. I shook my head. “Oh, it’s nothing. I —“ “Mum! Dad! Can I go play with Michael upstairs? We will eat, I promise!” She raised her hand. I turned around and shook my head. Just then, I see Vok, Lilith, and Michael coming. He was their son. He waved at me, and I waved back. “Good morning Aunt Nina, Uncle Knox” came Micheal’s little voice. Maxine was holding his hands.

The business was booming. Being the second son of the Hunt family, Michael’s involvement in the Hunt family was one that was not planned for. Born into the Hunt family by a mistress, whose pregnancy, agreeably, was the mistake of Richard Hunt, Chester’s father. And he had also taken after his father’s habits, his extravagant spending, careless living and his love for the girls of New York, Michael would have numerous women in his bed as long as they caught his fancy and were willing. And they were always willing to come to him because Michael was forever willing to throw his money around.

Scott replied, and Michael got to his feet, approaching us. "Are you the daughter of the woman who poisoned my girlfriend?" he asked, and I swallowed hard before speaking. "She’s my aunt," I replied, and Michael fumed in anger. "How dare you show up here after what your aunt did to my girlfriend?!" he roared, trying to hit me, but Scott stopped him. "Don't even think about it," Scott snarled. "Aren’t you Jason’s younger brother? The illegitimate son of the Stiles family?" Michael mocked before continuing.

Rafael snickered, “she’s no baby anymore, I assure you of that.” Nonna cackled, “oh I do like him,” she shook her head, “Michael, you will not win with him, he’s funny and you sweet boy are too serious.” She walked over to me, “we will need to hide him for a few months Antonia, just until Michael can, you know work on getting the pack’s heads rights,” she looks at Rafael, “you will be fine, but you will be known as celestial being we do not use the word Angel in our family, you will learn why in time.”

I closed the front door watching as the back opened the two of them getting out. "You must be Michael right?" I asked the one on the right and he nodded silently saying yes, they had both recently turned eighteen. Michael's father used to work for me before he did some dumb shit and got shot down by the cops last month, Michael's family didn't want anything to do with him, especially since they weren't cool with his father in the first place, so he's here after one of my guys brought it to my attention that he was sleeping on the streets. "Use words when you're speaking to me, that nodding shit makes you look weak, like a pushover and you're not," I replied before glancing over to the next o

I believe that for both our sakes, it's best if you return to your family. "With all due respect Sir, if whatever Michael is trying to prevent gets out, I won't be able to return to a family." I heard him sigh from my end. "Michael found out that there might be correspondence linking Antonov to a series of murders." Howard told him. He did get through to him, that was the semi-good news he texted about the other time. "He went after it on his own and I'm sure you're caught up with the rest of the story."

“Yeah I’d like to see you try and camp me more in that lifeless house of yours. I’m out, and I mean out for good.” “Mila Aidava Jones, I swear to God if you walk out on us right now, consider yourself out of this family forever. I’ll write your name off my will, and nothing I own will belong to you again in the future. So, think twice before you decide to become nothing and destroy your future?” I scoffed at him. “You can choke on your riches and wealths, Michael. They never interest me anyways.” I shrugged at him before I walked off. I didn’t expect a confrontation with my family to feel this good. I’m oddly at peace saying those words to them and cutting myself off from them.

- New Yorker ... - Sonya chuckled. I barely suppressed a laugh. Michael moved from there with his family as a child - he would have to hand over debts, but he wanders around the country. - In time, - David waved his hand dismissively, - by the way, I called him here to discuss the trip.