Author Michael Vey Novels & Stories

RAYMOND POV What are you talking about?, Manolo asks. What if it wasn't Penny? What if we use Michael? Noah and Oscar shut up abruptly, processing my words; Manolo just frowns since he doesn't know who Michael is, so he ends up rolling his second joint. That would be a good move if there is someone Aleksandr wants to kill the most, that will be Penny's brother when he knows that Michael has obtained the forgiveness of the Bratva and now works hand in hand with him and with the Vor v Zakone.

The monitor continued its steady rhythm. Beep. Beep. Beep. “I remember the road…” Michael swallowed. “Then nothing.” Steve watched him. “A passerby found you.” Michael nodded faintly. “Someone called 911.” Steve glanced at Dan. Michael had been left there to die. —————- Steve stood. “One last thing.” Michael opened his eyes. “Did you see their faces?” “No.” “The masks?” “Yes.” “Anything distinctive?” Michael thought. “Dark clothes.” “Both?” “Yes.”

Michael and Serena led their loyalists into the clearing wherein Vivian and her forces awaited. The moonlight forged a silvery glow over the assembled wolves, highlighting the anxiety that hung within the air. Michael ought to experience the artifact pulsing in his hand, a reminder of the electricity and duty he held. Vivian stood at the pinnacle of her group, her eyes cold and calculating. "So, Michael," she referred to as out, her voice echoing through the clearing. "You’ve got determined to venture my authority."

I can't help but think about Michael When I watch Eve happily dancing around the living room squealing Pizza and Milkshake. What is Michael doing now ? Did he go back to his home ? Where's his home ? I think whilst taking my phone out of my pocket to order Pizza. Michael has something in common with Eve. It's not the stutter or their liking for Pizza and milkshake. But something else. I don't really know what it is. Maybe the warmth that radiated from his body when I held him close. I felt like I was holding Eve. And looking at Michael reminds me of Eve and now looking at Eve, I'm thinking about him. One thing I'm sure, if Eve ever happens to meet Michael, she will definitely get along with

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

Hayden’s eyes landed on Michael, who was currently glaring daggers at him. Hayden tilted his head in bewilderment, extremely sure he had never met Michael, nor had he offended him, so why was he glaring daggers at him? Nevertheless, Hayden cleared his throat and muttered, “Hi!” Zenos instantly shot a warning glare at Michael before patiently explaining to Hayden. "Childhood friend and Xavier's partner, Michael." Zenos clarified. Upon hearing this, Hayden immediately understood the reason behind the cold glare. Nevertheless, he calmly pronounced, “I'm Hayden, nice to meet you, Micheal.”

Michael says putting his hands on either side of your face. You can see in his eyes that he is happy that you are finally ready to go on the run with him. After a deep kiss, he took a deep breath. “Wait here.” “Where are you going?” you ask confused. “To kill Davide,” Michael says with a smile. "First," you say wrapping your arms around him. "Make love to me." *** “Wish I could be the one to do it,” you say after an intense love-making session. But knew it will just complicate things.

But something in his gaze sharpened with interest, like she'd just passed the first test. "I am Lysander Voss." The forest seemed to lower its voice around them. Charlie blinked slowly. "The Lysander Voss? Alpha of the Hollow Grove pack?" "So they say." "And you're... here. Why?" "I heard you enter my forest," he said simply. "I came to greet you." Charlie snorted. "What, like a welcome wagon? You got cookies too?" A flicker — not a smile, not quite — tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“A little extra won’t hurt. We just need him groggy. Disoriented. Enough to make the situation believable.” A small tremble ran through me — excitement or fear, I couldn’t tell. But the truth was… I wanted Owen back. Badly. And Michael’s plan, insane as it was, whispered to the darkest parts of me: This is your chance. Owen rubbed his eyes and rested tiredly on a pillar. Vulnerable. Perfect. “I’ll go,” I whispered. Michael nodded, slipping a tiny vial into my hand. “Use it if you need to,” he whispered. “But first see how far you can get without it.”

"Not yet. But whoever they are... they were smart enough to slip past my firewalls. Which means they're either better than me..." "Or they know exactly how you code," Michael finished, his eyes darkening. They had a traitor among them, and I don't know why, but my eyes flickered to Ariel. Michael caught my glare too, he always saw everything. "What the fuck?" Vinnie shouted, fingers slamming the keyboard in a panic. "What?" Michael's attention snapped back to him. Vinnie didn't answer immediately. His fingers moved pounded the keyboard, bringing up a grainy security camera feed.