Afton Family Michael Novels & Stories

Michael was tipsy, but he could still think. 'Is he the father of that girl who Sean had an engagement with?' He remembered who Richard was as looked at him and said with a smile. "Ah, the Noland Group. Let me think about it." Richard was getting a little creeped out while being stared at by Michael. However, he just held his nose and smiled forcefully. Nobody in the room dared to treat Michael poorly. In Northfolk, anyone that was a part of the Anderson family was simply more prestigious than everybody else.

*** What actually happened to the Walters family? This story begins with a man who comes from a poor family named Michael Walters who was born when his country was still busy with wars against invaders. Since childhood, Michael's future seemed to have been determined that he would be a manual laborer, just like his father, even though he had quite an amazing intelligence. Then, the situation immediately changed after Michael saved a soldier who invaded their country who turned out to have a high rank. The man then offered Michael to be his adopted son, and as if finding an extraordinary opportunity, Michael accepted the offer. He then left his family behind and joined that man to start a new

Michael was already halfway through his second bottle before Ronan even settled properly into his chair. And honestly, Ronan was grateful he’d dragged the man into the garden instead of keeping this conversation inside the house where Ari seemed to pick up almost every little thing adults said lately. Micheal was nearly drunk out of his mind. “So let me get this straight.” Micheal said, forcing back a burp. “That little girl I saw once is Atlas’s child?” Ronan glanced at him briefly, like he was checking whether the alcohol had finally dissolved the man’s brain.

Looking from his niece and the James Patterson book to his mother, he could only chuckle as Allison simply shrugged as if she gave up. The door opened and a family that he did not recognize entered. He had seen the younger man once at the packhouse, months ago. He had talked to the Alpha and Luna and then an omega took him somewhere. “Hi, I’m Mike, this is my wife, Jenny. This is our son Troy and his wife Claire and their pup, Riley,” The man said in general with a smile. “And our other children, Helena, Portia, Jason and Athena.” “You’re mommy’s family!” Emily cried out as she ran over and hugged Mike.

“Medicine might be bitter, but they heal your body. You have been through so many hardships all these years. Why are you still afraid of bitter medicine?” “I’m sick of the bitter hardships from the early stage of my life. That’s why I want to enjoy life in my old age!” The two of them were chatting merrily. Neither of them noticed a tall figure at the door. Michael was leaning against the wall and watching them with a tender expression that even he himself was unaware of. “Is this what a happy family looks like?” Michael thought. A strange emotion flashed across his mind. He straightened up, raised his hand to his mouth and coughed into his fist to draw their attention.

She knows I’m not Eva. “I’m Tyler’s mother, Grace,” she said as she pulled me in for a hug. “It’s nice to meet you. But you can call me Ana—most people do,” I said, holding her for a moment. The look she gave made me feel secure. Even if my 'husband' turned out to be an asshole, his mother could be my peace. We were taken to the reception venue. Auntie and Uncle Martin left in their car, and Mr. Walker and I were in a different one.