Author Michael Vey Novels & Stories

Third person POV True to her word, Riven’s mother, Valeria, went straight to Luna Mireya to report the whole thing. Valeria was in the middle of talking, completely furious, when the doors burst open and Seraphine strutted into the room. "Whatever complaints you have need to go to the Alpha himself, or straight to me," Seraphine said, dropping her hands onto her hips and smirking. Both Mireya and Valeria snapped their heads around, looking completely thrown off.

we need to warn everyone in our family to be careful Margarine POV I took michael to his room number when the class period was over, I really do admire the boy, very handsome like Alex, I was once crushing on Alex but Alex couldn't notice me, I put all my efforts to make sure that he noticed me, when he finally did, He use me, He slept with me and dump me, I will try to get along with michael and have him trust me so that I will use the chance to eliminate brenda, he choose a a common girl over me, that is disgusting

Michael got so mad at himself and keep on blaming himself that; if he knows, he would have drag Mr Albert back to the van and close it before going to look for water. But due to their anxiety in him that; he don't want to lose Mr Albert, he forgot to take back Mr Albert into the van. With anger boiling inside him Michael bring out his gun and shot the three zombies! he get into the van with heartbreak and started hitting the driving wheel, cry seriously he even forgot to look after Mrs Anabel.

The next 6 minutes passed in silence and by the end of the sixth minute, Michael was left impressed. Just as she'd predicted, the rider of the opposing team—the very same one she'd pointed out—had scored the final goal and the entire stadium erupted in cheers. “You know your stuff, Miss?” Michael threw a glance at her, offering his hand. “Mirena Vance.” She introduced, deliberately using Eleanor's last name. Unlike the one she'd legally given herself, Crowne, Vance carried more weight, more recognition, after all, it was linked to Eleanor. The second he heard the name, Michael’s smile grew. “Of course,” he muttered. “A Vance. I thought I saw her spirit somewhere in you.”

I growled into the phone, and he replied with a guffaw. "Wow, Noah, you're a funny man, you're still ordering me instead of you to beg me to release your mate. You're not ready at all. I'll send you a video after this call, I'm sure you'll enjoy watching it. It's the same thing you did to my Oliver." He hung up. Oliver, who the hell was Oliver, the name sounded familiar. "Do you know an Oliver, Michael?" I asked him. He shook his head. " I'll ask the vampire I brought, I'll also ask Caleb, he remembers more about people we come across." The vampire Michael had found was completely useless, he knew of Adrian but had never met him, we kept him, in case we needed information about vampires.

Michael revealed. "Show me," Evelyn insisted, her anticipation mounting. "Undress," Michael instructed. "What?" Evelyn was taken aback by his unexpected demand. "Just trust me. Aren't you my wife?" he said with a mischievous smile. Evelyn, hesitant but curious, obliged, removing her clothes. "Lie on the bed and close your eyes," he directed softly, and she complied without hesitation. Suddenly, she felt something soft cascading over her body, accompanied by the refreshing scent of mint. Michael was showering her with money.

“I know you adore me and you'd do anything for me. That makes me feel safe with you. I haven't had this feeling in years. Thank you.” Michael winked, smiled, and blew a kiss for her. Then, the rest of the journey was consumed by silence. They sat by each other, both lost in deep thoughts. The jet landed at the private airfield in no time. The sun was fully up now, casting long accusing shadows. When they stepped out, a nondescript black SUV was waiting for them. They preferred the SUV to the ‘ever-ready monster’ this time around. The car was being driven by one of Michael’s most trusted security chiefs. The man, a granite-faced former special forces operative named Harvey Barnes, drove with

He gave Alexander a smile that told stories of feelings they shared, and I felt a longing inside, the same feeling that I would never have with Alexander. “Alexander Veyron,” Michael said. “You still light up a room like nobody else.” Alexander smiled, but his eyes were cold. “Michael. I didn’t think you would show up here.” “Why not?” Michael bent his head to the side his eyes sparkled, amused by how calm Alex sounded. “Still acting like you don't like seeing me?” He let his hand slide down Alexander's arm, stopping at his sleeve. “You look good, even stronger. Been working out, or is it just the suit?”

Michael grabbed my chin, rough and painful. Another pain made me sob. The sting of his cold, piercing demeanor, he never cares about that. “Speak!” Another wave made me unable to breathe correctly, but I wasn’t a puppet he could always control. Tears continued to flow and made my eyes red. I forced myself to reply to the words of this dangerous man, Michael Vonhof, the leader of the Dragontooth mafia. When I first met him, he was sweet and gentle. He only asked if he was an ordinary, responsible worker.

****The text****** Good morning chief, Michael here. I’m safe and the comare has appointed me to be one of her security detail. I'm trying to get all the evidence to arrest her but Mario, her second in command, is yet to trust me and I am yet to get involved with all their business. As of now some men were either released or killed when I was captured. Only the 3 of us survived their intense training. And you will be surprised to know that the comare is ….. ****End of text*****