Dxd Michael Novels & Stories

Steve nodded. “Understood.” “He’s extremely weak. Don’t pressure him.” “We won’t.” The doctor opened the door. Steve and Dan entered. Michael Harris lay beneath the hospital lights. His face was badly bruised. One eye was swollen almost shut. A bandage covered part of his head. An IV ran into his arm. A monitor beeped steadily beside him. His eyes opened when Steve approached. Steve pulled a chair closer. “Mr. Harris?” Michael looked toward him. “I’m Detective Carter.”

He said pulling my hair even harder. "I started following him, his every single moment. It was so tough, after all he had increased security around his people after the accident. But I... Hahahahahahahahaha.... I am Miachel, Michael Woods. I do what I say. After all, destroying him is the only motto of my life." He spitted a mouthful of saliva on ground.

“Damn! Can’t you care for your own body?! Michael, have you thought about how we would feel if you die?!” Ivan might seem like a good-for-nothing usually, but he was loyal to his friends and family, especially when it came to Michael. He had already come up with every idea he could. But Xander said that there was not much time left. Xander’s medical skills were already at the peak! Not many people were more skilled than him out there! But Xander was at his wits’ end. This was enough to see how bad Michael’s physical condition was. Michael’s expression was calm. He was much more composed than the other two. It seemed like he expected these results.

she remarked bitterly, and it made Michael’s stomach churn. Davien Huxley, who as of late had become his arch nemesis, seldom ever left his mind. That man had entered his life only to ruin it. From terrorising him a work, to taking the woman he loved away from him right before his very own eyes. Even though it hurt to think about it, Michael was certain that they’d already hooked up. He could sense it, feel it in his soul, as weird as it might sound. And it made him lie awake at night that she was in bed with another man who wasn’t him.

Michael I had just finished taking my bath as I watched myself in the mirror, I looked at the new tattoo that magically formed on my torso because of Bashien, a protection barrier, not many people will be able to hurt me unless you are one of the Supremes. Speaking of the Supremes, my best friend Drax is probably pissed at us, but he will understand that he gave me the boost to wake up earlier than expected. "Hey, Draxon, it's me, Michael, I 'm sorry, I didn't know you would pass out," I linked him smiling at myself. He replied, "You are so dead Mikey, fuck, you know how bad I felt, jeez," before he laughed and said, "I'm still going to knock you into next week." Then there was this silence

For a moment, Damian’s face shifted, his smirk faltered and his eyes glistened with something I couldn’t name. “You still believe in people, don’t you, Michael?” he said softly. “You always did. That’s why I—” He stopped mid-sentence, his expression darkening. “That’s why I could never fully trust you.” Then everything happened too fast. Damian’s hand snapped up. I caught the flash of metal, a small pistol he had kept hidden beneath his jacket and my body moved on instinct. “Michael!” I shouted. But it was too late. Two deafening shots cracked through the air and Michael’s body jerked back twice then collapsed against the steel floor.

I whimpered, and he stared at me like a real mad woman in the trashcan, "Xavier is more powerful than Xander. He is Xander's father and has numerous guards and dark magic. He sits on his throne in the Red Moon Pack's Royal Chamber and rarely comes out unless he is about to go to war. How on earth do you think of killing him in your entire life!!!" Hutton growled, gritting his teeth in fury. I bowed my head to the ground, reminiscing about his words. He was right: how would I ever kill Xavier? I won't gain access to him freely without losing my life!!!

No distractions… Mr. X (online) — Is that the only reason? I hope this has nothing to do with our “joke”… Or something I did… Thalia (online) — Just that, X. You were perfect. It has nothing to do with you. If you want to keep talking to me, just add me on MSN. My name is daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com Mr. X (online) — All right, then goodbye, Dalia Penedo Salazar.

I can’t stand to see her cry anymore. Leaving her room, I stop in the hall, watching Michael, my most trusted healer, help my mate’s friend limp through the hallway, one arm wrapped over Michael’s shoulder, his other arm hung over the shoulder of an aid, his body crooked and covered in blood. He has cuts and teeth marks still marked across his torso and legs. Xander did unspeakable damage to his body.

She would've never invited me for drinks with friends she just made, and I'd have never had the panic attack that made us close. "I do not need good dick in my life." "Oh, that's right. You already have one at home. You just refuse to use it." "This is a human being you're talking about like he's a bag of dicks, Drea," Michael interjected. She rolled her eyes at him. "Take a joke, Mikey. Hush up now and walk out if you're not going to help." "I'm only staying because I'm curious to see where you're heading with this. Go on."