Bttf Marty Mcfly Novels & Stories

Alpha Michael's POV My head is pounding as I try and open my eyes, I hear people's voices surrounding me, my body is warmer than usual, a voice I know squels, "it's working, I feel it." Charlie?, is that Charlie?, yes, now I remember she's here and so is Braddock. My head pounds again harder this time, it feels as though a sledge hammer is crushing my skull. I'm so tired, but the pain in my head is keeping me from sleep and whatever she's thinks is working is creating this pain, she needs to stop. I hear Braddock's voice, let try another, perhaps it's what truly triggered his anger. I hear the door open and a soft gasp, the sweetest scent hits my nose and the pain vanishes from my head,

There was sarcasm in his tone, making Hazel conclude that though his looks changed, he was still the same as she had known him to be, a tease. "Next time, do not try blocking my contact" He unblocked his contact on her phone. After a while, he finally handed the phone back to her. "There you go, my contact is saved as Axel with an heart emoji" Hazel scrunched up her face as she turned her phone screen on only to find out that he had a passcode to it already. "What is this? What did you make the passcode?" She groaned. "My birthday. Unlock your phone if you remember it, pretty head"

Mitchel smirked as he sipped from his drink. "Hmm, I have no doubt about that being true but I will remain miserable and I can't afford that" Mitchell who was listening calmly eased his frown and felt his drink go through a wrong route. Coughing to a white napkin from the table, Marty extended a glass of water to him as he slowly parthed his back. Thanking Marty he sipped a little and seemed okay but his face had turned pale, his eyes were bloodshot and his lips surprisingly dry.

Happy Road Head everyone! ************ We were headed out for a beer, and Marty was driving, but he had to stop at the gym because he forgot to leave some membership paperwork. I guess I noticed an odor, but it wasn't really a bad odor. It was a little like a locker room, but more like Marty. That's when I realized Marty still had his gym bag in the backseat; It was open, and I could see a jock right on top.

I also promised that I would keep my mindlink with him open so he could keep an eye on me. Artemis loved running. She always had and always would. With everything that was going on, we hadn’t really had a chance to stretch our legs in a while. I’d suddenly gone from nervous schoolgirl to assistant trainer with the Beta, to finding out that actually I could overpower even my Alpha because actually the legends I grew up on are true… and finally to where I am today, with three marked mates, planning to mark the fourth as soon as possible. Life had definitely taken a strange turn, but I was finally happy. Truly happy. I had good people around me, people that I knew would have my back whatever ha

Arc could too. The voice yelled out again, closer this time, "Take your fucking hands off my chair, Marty!" The door burst open, and Grey appeared, looking even more disheveled than before. His blue shirt was stained with what could have been coffee, and his face desperately needed a shave. His bushy hair was a tangled mess, crying out for a comb. He was barefoot, and his arms were folded across his chest, his expression unyielding. A deadly scowl twisted his features, making him almost unrecognizable.