Author Michael Vey Novels & Stories

Maybe I wasn't reasoning right now, but I nodded. ' I won't leave here alive, will I?' Michael snickered. ' Don't worry, I'm sure you could get him in a fight,' I joked. Michael was a top warrior. ' Oh, I wish,' I pulled my body away from him and looked at Michael. " What do you mean you wish?" I whispered. " Sweetheart, that's Luis Vanders." I knew that already. I could sense Luis' inner Lycan was strong, but undoubtedly not as strong as Michael's.

He might as well have been talking to himself. Natasha found herself looking past Bianca where Lucas was holding up a test-tube in her direction, trying to make out the solution in the tube when he caught Natasha looking at him. He was about to smile when the test-tube fell from his hand after he was shoved by his lab partner. Natasha quickly turned back to her table, letting a tiny smile form on her face. Lucas approached the football court after lunch where he met Coach Mike, the tall, muscular African-American with a shaven head and thick eyebrows, which almost formed into a uni brow.

"Surely you've had enough time to consider our generous proposal." Jace stepped forward, trying to project authority he'd never had to carry before. "Internal discussions are ongoing." "How unfortunate," Vera purred, "that such important decisions must happen without proper leadership." The smugness radiating from them slammed into my head like a sledgehammer. This wasn't just confidence - it was gloating. Like chess players who'd been moving pieces for weeks and finally achieved checkmate. Then I saw him. Michael. Michael emerged from behind the on of the vans wearing a pristine Broken Howl jacket, their symbol freshly embroidered across his back.

Michael said voice low and unsettling. "What happened Michael." Jonathan said sternly. "S-she i-is not in a v-very good shape from Aiden." Michael said hands clasped together, fingers tangled. "What do... " "Just come with me." With that Michael turned to leave. Jonathan and Jim followed him to the parking lot. Michael stopped and breathed out loudly. He turned to both of them. "Be calm okay." "What..." Michael gestured him to keep quiet. "Venessa ..... see we are here." Michael said slowly and this is new for both of them. Michael is a hardcore person.

His cock twitched hard against Vanessa’s slick folds, leaking fresh precum. Elena knelt beside them, her ice-blue eyes cold and commanding. “Answer her, pet. Be honest.” “I… I’m trying not to,” Michael admitted, voice hoarse and broken. “But the way you both use me… it’s different. Darker. It scares me how much I crave it.” Vanessa smiled triumphantly and sank down onto his cock in one smooth, greedy motion. “Fuuuuck Vanessaaaaaaaa…” Michael groaned loudly as her tight, velvety pussy swallowed every thick inch.

My mind wonders to the first time we met. A chuckle leaves my lips thinking about the first time we met... I think back on... I shake my head. I hear a knock on my door. I hide the book and open the door. "I was driving by, and I couldn’t help checking out your sled. Damn she is a fucking beauty. I’m Mike by the way." He says pointing at my Harley. Michael Graham. Road name Blade. He is the VP for the BAMC. And my in. I frown. “You stopped and came to my room to tell me this Mike?” I ask him crossing my arms.

Which Paul? Levi replied, "The vampire who often fought alongside you and Michael." Michael and I inhaled sharply. I said to Levi, "Continue." He replied, "Very well, then."

/ He jumped in, planning to retrieve Vanora then escape, so that he could settle this problem, but he got intercepted by Michael. "GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! I SHOULD HAVE FINISHED YOU BACK THEN!" Vlad's yell echoed throughout the space and maze. He wasted no time in commencing his attack, which caught Michael by surprise. His understanding of Vlad was someone who would at least finish his rambles before toying with his prey. Despite the improvement he had made in the past year, it still proved to be insufficient against Vlad. Michael was barely keeping up his defense. There was not even a glimpse of a chance to fight back.

Drake demanded. Emily gave a small shake of her head. "I won't look." "Come on, Emily," he said as she looked at him. Always keep in mind that the alpha is a werewolf with a short fuse. Leia recited the line in her head. "No, Leia, you need to be quiet. " Just get out of my head and quit reading that book already!" She growled at her wolf companion.

Loraine muttered next to Riana, shaking her head. Riana wasn’t sure whether to laugh or worry for her friend’s sanity. She always did and said the oddest things at the oddest times. Riana took a good look at Michael, who had been cowering behind Theresa. Loraine was right—he was hot. He was lean and tall with crystal-clear blue eyes and tousled brown hair. He looked so much like a GQ model. But he looked like he was about to be sick from how quickly his face paled. Why was he invited to Venice anyway if it was supposed to be a romantic getaway?