Dxd Michael Novels & Stories

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 I needed to wake up earlier than expected. I felt bad I used him like that so I was going to apologize and I linked him smiling at myself, "Hey, Draxon, it's me, Michael, I'm sorry, I didn't know that you would pass out." He replied, "You are so dead Mikey, fuck, you know how bad I felt? Jeez," before he laughed and said, "I'm s

Michael said and Maddox just shrugged his shoulder before saying goodbye and he gets back to their training. "Why no one wants you as their sparring partner, Michael?" I asked Michael in curiosity. "Because I can easily take them down within ten seconds, no fun," Michael responded to me and he was smirking as if he's so proud about it causing me to raise an eyebrow at him.

He grinned up at the ceiling and rested his hands on his stomach. "Wow. That's bad. What else? This is fun! I should have started hanging with you guys a long time ago!" "Yeah, well from the way Dex talks about you, you probably should have." Michael said quietly from above us. I glanced up at him and could only see his hair. I felt my heart squeeze as I took a deep breath, readying myself. "What has he said?" "Honestly, he's a douche bag. You don't need to know." James kicked the bed right below Michael's head and he turned around with a frown.

Mars mentally facepalmed himself for engaging with a nut-head like Michael. "No, I haven't... yet" he said indolently. "But I have" Michael had a proud face. "Huh, what?" the word confusion was written all over Mars's face. "Boxing... You were great really, and you know you have been a great topic since last night ha-ha-ha, everybody is talking about you here, and look that Drake did not even come to class, at first I thought he was badly injured but I found out that he is just embarrassed to face anyone and had not stepped out of his dorm ha-ha-ha." Michael was really cheerful about the fact that Drake got beaten up really good.

His mother announced, her voice unwavering. Michael didn't know whether he should be happy or sad or rather, both at the same time. Xavier was a strong dude. If anyone could scale passed odds, it was him. He really was strong. What about Alicia? As if reading his thoughts, a doctor had approached his mother on the other end and he heard their conversations clearly. Felicia gasped and sighed at intervals. Alicia had just been stabled, she had had multiple seizures in the hours she had been brought in. Her condition wasn't looking too good. What had he, Michael Dalton, done?

I can feel my face heat up red as they nod and turn off a machine or two. “ Thank you Madam Charlotte, would you like to see what we were going to do? He does need surgery because he’s left kidney is damaged and it looks like his knee bone is broken” the doctor explained to me as Creed walks over to me with a chair so I can sit down. “ Can you fix it? I mean can you help him?” I asked pulling my legs to my chest

The men stared at him fixedly, already hating everything about this. “You won’t be surprised to hear that the Right-Guardian’s name isn’t really Michael – it’s actually Darryl Webber. Born and raised in Salt Lake City, he had a junkie father and a mother who sold herself to pay the bills, because Dad couldn’t hold a job and kept spending the benefits checks on coke.”

Michael’s cold tone barely hid the fury simmering underneath. Xavier leaned forward, not even trying to conceal his satisfaction. "Yeah, I guess I am happy. But you know who’s even happier? All the women you screwed over throughout the years. They’re thrilled to see you getting exactly what you deserve." He smiled coldly. "Oh, please, those are lies! I’ve never hurt a woman in my entire life!" Michael shouted, his voice shaking. "Lies? Really?" Xavier scoffed. "I’m not sure what’s collapsing faster—your reputation or your stock price." He turned his phone toward Michael, showing him the company’s crashing stock market figures.

Half assing police reports and ceasing to give a damn about anything or anyone aside from the instant gratification that came with losing himself in a cold bottle of whiskey after a long night. “...I know that’s not you, Chadwick. It fucked me up bad when I found out you’d been fired, but I can’t say I was surprised. You’d been heading down that dark road for a while, and trying to talk to you about it was like hoping I could find the ability to reverse time. Which I guess is true, but you and I both know we can’t change the past...” Michael’s tone broke a little, but with a gruff shake of his salt-and-pepper haired head, he managed to continue reading.

I caught the flicker of a tear in Papa’s eyes before he quickly blinked it away. A few minutes later, one of Papa’s men returned with a young man in a pressed navy suit and calm, steady eyes. He smiled and extended a hand toward me. “Miss Knox,” he said, voice warm. “I’m Michael Henderson. I specialize in patients like you.” After a short exam, I braced myself for the usual speech. The cautious tone. The polite way of telling me my chances were slim to none. But instead, Micheal said, “Your legs still have function. The issue isn’t damage—it’s lack of use. No training. No support. Miss Knox…”