Novel & Cerita Author Michael Wolff

The wolf approached them cautiously at first, but then accelerated, sprinting at them. Michael remained motionless, waiting for it to approach him. The wolf bolted forward, clashing violently with the rocky ground until it was three inches away from them. Michael dashed over to the unconscious wolf, knelt, and ran his gaze along its body. Elsa waved her hands. "He's fine. I just knocked him out for a while. " Michael drew in a shallow breath and closed his eyes. "Is that Chris?" Elsa inquired, and Michael nodded, lifting Chris off the ground.

Against the loud electric music, my head was pounding so loud that it almost felt like my brain would soon retort to shut down mode. I needed to get out of here. As soon as I found the exit door, my grandfather's personal assistant, Michael appears before me, in his signature black suits. Michael was one of our trusted men and one of the very powerful werewolves in this generation. He was almost like a family and he practically watched me grow up here. " You cannot leave the party yet " he speaks as he puts a hand out to block me. " He knows that I don't do public parties, Mic. What's the point of all these? " I asked, exasperated.

Two more wouldn’t kill her. As long as he kept his word. "...Fine," she relented. "I’ll wait for two more days." Michael exhaled, relieved. He powered off her phone again. "I’ll hold onto this for now. The internet will still be unavailable to you. And that—" He hesitated, as if forcing the words out. "That wolf. I won’t allow you to sleep with him again." Evelyn blinked. "What?" Even now, with everything going on, he still had an issue with the wolf?

For a while, there was no reaction and a few minutes later his expression shifted. “Holy motherf8cking-.” Michael started to swear. Dominic crossed his arms. “Yeah.” He interrupted. “Tell me about it.” Michael studied it longer. “That’s not a weak point.” He commented slowly. “No.” “That’s a kill switch.” Dominic nodded. “Exactly.” Silence. Then Michael leaned back, shaking his head slightly. “Unbelievable. F8cking unbelievable.” He pressed and let out a short laugh. “We all f8cking missed it. All nine of us f8cking missed this.”

“You must really love coffee, you are here again” She titled her head, confused . She was sure she didn’t know this man yet he was speaking with her casually as if he knew her. “I’m Micheal, I also work for Mr Wolfs”. He introduced. Maya nodded her head as realization washed over her. “Ah, I see. I’m Maya”. “This is the fourth time I’m seeing you come here today, you must really like the coffee here.”. “Those other times the coffee were not for me but for the boss”

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I crossed my arms and legs and restrained myself from moving, a few seconds after, inspector Denver faced us. "Michael Summers. It was found in his half-burnt body three deep claw marks behind his neck." I could feel all the people in the room turned their eyes on me after the inspector said that. Because who's the only person that's friends with wolves? And has the audacity to take them to school? The first thing I thought about the legendary wolf's reputation, as Tiffany said if there's people who have a strong influence on others that would be teachers. The last thought was a cuss that I couldn't say out loud.

"All your wounds from earlier... they are completely healed!" Michael’s handsome face remained totally impassive, his expression dropping into a cold, unbothered calm. "I know," he replied flatly, his deep voice carrying no emotion at all as his wolf's rapid healing power took full effect. Once I finished washing off the rest of the soap suds, Michael reached out and turned the overhead shower handle back on. The warm water cascaded down over his body, quickly rinsing away every last trace of lather. He shut the tap off, reached over to the wooden rack, and grabbed a large white towel, tossing it to me before wrapping a second dry towel around his own low waist.

"Explain what you actually did to earn Solara Energy's trust. Explain what's wrong with the contents of this cooperation proposal you brought," Michael said. He looked straight into Angela's eyes. His voice was usually as warm and gentle, yet at this moment, even that softness carried an overwhelming pressure. The corners of his lips curved faintly. "If you truly can't remember, I can remind you. This matter is connected to my cousin, Khloe." As his voice fell, his hand pulled out the USB drive.

Just maybe. Michael, a man who worked in the Voss Corporation, Alaric's company, sat in the silent car, staring at the building with a fearful look, like a dog before its owner after doing something wrong. He knew he’d messed up. He hadn’t finished what he was supposed to do, and the man inside wouldn’t let that slide. This girl was different from the others, not easy. If Michael did anything rash, he’d be exposed as the one stalking Isla Ashford. He wanted to bring her to that man, but he couldn’t. And he blamed one man for it, Alaric Voss.