Dxd Michael Novels & Stories

“Before Damian froze my accounts.” “I told you why.” “No. You told me why you expected him to hurt something.” I tapped the page. “You still have not told me why you knew it would be this.” Michael looked at the document again. “You want me to say I had inside information?” “I want you to tell me what you had.” He took a moment before answering. “I had conversations with people around Cross.” “What people?” “Executives.” “Names.” “Elena.” “That is not a name.”

Stanley, following behind, said, "He came back yesterday. I immediately went to find you, but you weren't there. Thank goodness you returned today. Please, Dr. Jennings, take a look." Entering the room, Chad was hit by the stench of fermented fish and saw Michael lying on the bed. He was a middle-aged man with a square face, looking to be around 40. However, his hands and feet were restrained to the bed. When he saw Michael, Chad knew his career was over. Even if he were cured, a madman could not serve in the cabinet. Frederick was also in the room. When he saw Chad, he respectfully bowed and said, "Dr. Jennings, you're here."

Michael cried out in alarm. Xavier was unfazed, and he shamelessly responded while helping Michael take off his pajamas, “Hm. I’m hungry for you.” Michael almost cried out. Drugs could certainly not heal what was coming next. His fiancé was not a cold-blooded demon—but a horny one instead!

Michael called me and said, "I got the magical alarm, who did you kill, Drax?" I replied, "Rogues," and he said, "Is the blood lust over or do you need me to come down there and suck your cock?" I cursed him, "Fuck off, you fucking fairy, my cock is too good for you." Michael laughed and said, "I am still stationed in Europe for a few more years, so be good." I told him I was good after he had sung to me to calm me down. My instinct is always to go to Michael for anything, even with my blood lust, I killed so many rogues, I was a raging bloodaholic, and I trust him with my life still after all these years. He hug me for fifteen minutes when I came back, and I must say I had missed the fuckin

There must be something fishy going on! Heather left the breakfast on the bedside table. “Michael, drink some soup. I brewed it just for you.” Michael took a glance at his mother. “Just leave it there, Mom. I need to get dressed.” He had been drugged once, so Michael would not dare to drink the soup that Heather brought to him. Michael did not drink the soup and headed out after he found his phone and got dressed. While he walked down the stairs, Michael realized that Christina had called him yesterday. Michael rushed to Heather hurriedly.

“Look, Della; we don’t talk about him. Remember, He’s in the past; let’s not discuss it before Felix overhears.” Della frowned; the dream had felt so real. She couldn’t understand why Micheal wouldn’t acknowledge it. But before she could say another word, Felix came bounding in full of smiles and excitement for the day ahead. “Mummy, Daddy, I can’t wait to go fishing today. The lakes are so cool. I bet I can catch the biggest fish of all.” He leapt into Michael's arms, and I couldn’t help but smile. I pushed my awful dream and all thoughts of my ex to the back of my mind. He wasn’t going to ruin anything for me anymore; he was dead and gone now, but something still kept nagging in the back o

My mother hesitated. “I don't know.” Victoria suddenly spoke. “He knew.” Everyone turned toward her. “How?” I asked. “Because I was there.” My heart raced. “You saw him?” “Yes.” “When?” “The last time I saw Michael was six years ago.” My breath caught. “Six years ago?” Victoria nodded. “He was alive.” “Where?” “Underground.” “Where underground?” She looked at Mr. Collins. “He knows.” All eyes turned toward him. Mr. Collins sighed. “There is an old facility beneath the city.”

Harrison stayed silent for a moment, looking past Daniel toward the polished brass wall plaque visible inside the atrium glass: BENJAMIN CARTER WAY. "The variances have been categorized as necessary emergency interventions," Harrison admitted quietly, his tone devoid of hostility. He turned his eyes to Vivian, looking at her with a mix of reluctant respect and lingering regret. "My brother, Michael... he always blamed this hospital and your father's memory for his downfall. He told our family that he was sabotaged by politics."

“That wouldn't stop Micheal from being trouble. He literally broke into our house, just to beat me up. What does that tell you?” “He is a good hacker, I'll give him that. But someone like him isn't too big to deal with. He's not invincible.” Dex stated. Elian gave up, waving a hand tiredly. “Whatever. There’ll definitely be another stupid family meeting by the weekend because of Michael’s arrival.” Dex raised an eyebrow. “That definitely can’t be true.” Elian snorted. “Just wait and see.” he said, sighing deeply and wincing a little.

Andrew thought for a moment before saying, "Well, he'd have to be handsome, charming, and charismatic… someone right in front of you, yet just out of reach." Francesca burst into laughter and playfully punched Andrew in the chest. At that moment, Antonio walked in. "Mr. Lloyd, Kenny just called Michael's phone. He wants a video chat with you." Andrew's expression remained calm. "Let's see what that old bastard wants." Inside West End's underground cell, Michael lay half-dead on the floor. His wounds had been treated, so he looked slightly better. However, the damage done below the waist was permanent—his manhood was completely crushed—his life was over.