Dxd Michael Novels & Stories

the MD said "yes the MD is disposed that is why I am here and by the way I am Micheal the AMD of Sheba company" Micheal said "yes sir I know that already" the MD said "since you have kwon me shall we go to the main reason I come" Micheal said

“I’ll help.” At the mention of “daughter,” Dexter suddenly stirred. “A daughter? Whose daughter? Where is she?” “It’s just a friend’s child, Uncle Dexter,” Michael said quickly, trying to calm him. Dexter tried to rise from his wheelchair. Michael gently pressed him back down. His mind was clear—only his emotions were fragile. “I’ll arrange some people to help search,” Dexter insisted. Though his health had declined, his wealth and resources remained. Michael was about to decline.

He wasn't frightened when he met Dexter's eyes. Dexter didn't look away until after Sawyer was gone. Then, he looked down at a medical report he'd gotten at the hospital—it belonged to Michael. He had a lung condition, and it was one of the worst possible.

Michael face fell to the other side as he chuckle spitting out blood… “You should understand that I can take your life here Michael but I wouldn't do you know why?" Damien asked smirking. "Because you are a coward'" Michael said chuckling.. "Maybe I am or may be you are the coward here. I want you to taste the pain of seeing the person you love the most suffering for what they have no idea about, have you forgotten your six years old daughter. Little Stacy, poor little Stacy she don't know what is coming for her." Damien brought out his phone and show a video to Michael..

His face was still pale, and I could see the exhaustion dragging at his features. But his eyes were sharp. Focused. Determined. I swallowed hard. “Who is he?” Michael hesitated. Then he said, “His name is Daniel Carter. He used to work for Damien.” That made my stomach drop. “Used to?” I repeated. Michael nodded. “He was Damien’s accountant—handled all the money, all the offshore accounts, all the dirty transactions. But then something changed.” I frowned. “What?” Michael leaned back against the bar, his fingers running through his hair. “Carter found something. Something Damien didn’t want him to know.”

“God damn losers. Get the ball!” Michael slapped on a ball cap similar to Jon’s and said, “Let’s go.” You didn’t have to tell Jon twice. He had plenty of bad memories of the place, and he didn’t even live there. Who knew what barnacles Michael had sticking to the bottom of his soul. They got Michael’s bike out of the back, negotiating through a clump of dropouts sniffing gasoline from an aluminum container. Shaggy hair and shaggy brains, they were friends of Michael’s older brother, an eternal doper who was finally kicked out of the ninth grade at the age of twenty. Michael shouted into the house that he was leaving and didn’t even receive a grunt in reply.

Her figure began to fade, like smoke in the wind. “I love you!” she shouted, as her image blurred. “I’m coming for you!” he called back. “I swear it!” And then she was gone. Alexandro’s eyes shot open, his lungs gasping for air as though he had been underwater for hours. He was lying on the shore, the night sky above him, the moon still watching. Valerian and Jacob came running over, their voices distant at first, then sharper. “Alexandro!” Valerian grabbed his shoulder. “What happened?”

He just started dodging Alex's obvious punches and kicks. This went on for a while and the remaining pack members left what they were doing and they started cheering them on. Damien suddenly used his left leg to fall Alex down. Alex smiled, he was really enjoying it. Damien was so smiling now too. He started moving closer to him and before he went to stand over him, he gave him a big kick at his lower back and Alex shouted in excitement. Damien went to stand over Alex and just when he raised his hand to punch Alex, something distracted him. Elle.

Michael was right about Dax getting angry for being kept in the dark for that long if he eventually knew the truth about Sally so no matter what way I used to tell him, the same thing was bound to have happened. So it wasn't totally Patricia's fault. She was just the reason Dax found out but I was the one who kept the secret. “I'm sick though. I don't think I'll even be able to make it through that door with how weak I am. My whole body hurts too” I told them and that was when Michael spoke again. “You'll take some painkillers… they're prescribed so don't panic and when you're done getting Dax back, we'll take you to the hospital for adequate treatment from a doctor” he gave me an easy solut