Heartstopper Michael Novels & Stories

I ask. Lucifer shakes his head and pushes me gently onto my back so that he may hover over me. “Michael is not dead, luv. In fact, he’s very much alive and living in Paris.” “Then why can’t you answer?” He grimaces, “Because for ages, I thought Michael hated me, but I recently found out that I was misguided.” He gently caresses my jaw and kisses my chin. “I actually saw him after I left your side. He was helping me with an issue I had to deal with.”

STACY'S POV “Tell him to stop,” Michael whispered, his lips hovering near mine. His other hand came to rest on my thigh, high up, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh through the fabric of my pencil skirt. “No more pickups. No more cozy work briefings. I’ll handle the school run. I will protect what’s mine.”

Surprisingly he had crept up behind me when I was focused on my phone and now he was tickling me on my ribs. “ Stop it, Michael. I don't have the stamina to laugh” I called loudly to him in between laughs. Michael paused as he rolled us onto the bed with him underneath gazing up at me with love-filled eyes which caused my heartbeat to escalate. I could never doubt his love for me. “ And what is that supposed to mean, amore?” Michael called out to me as he bent down to kiss my neck, trailing kisses down to my cleavage. I was a mess when his lips found mine. I hungrily hugged him closer, opening up to him as he swept through my tongue searching for whatever.

Michael said voice low and unsettling. "What happened Michael." Jonathan said sternly. "S-she i-is not in a v-very good shape from Aiden." Michael said hands clasped together, fingers tangled. "What do... " "Just come with me." With that Michael turned to leave. Jonathan and Jim followed him to the parking lot. Michael stopped and breathed out loudly. He turned to both of them. "Be calm okay." "What..." Michael gestured him to keep quiet. "Venessa ..... see we are here." Michael said slowly and this is new for both of them. Michael is a hardcore person.

He pulled her close—tight, his chest against her back. Kate felt a wave of electricity run through her body. She breathed hard. He teased her. She was expecting a kiss, but he held her ears against his chest. She quietly listened to the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat. Kate was consumed by the intense moment. “Right now, at this moment,” Michael said softly. “All I can think about is you. The company doesn't come to mind. The revenge doesn't. I just can't think straight. I see you in my mind even when you're not around me.”

He says nothing, but winds a lock of my hair around a finger then traces the outline of my lips with the finger. He kisses me, very softly, his lips barely touching mine, and I glow inside. The silence is broken by a groan; Michael´s voice. "Ah fuck! What are you doing to me Charlotte? I´ve woken up again with a fucking hard-on. The fucking thing´s levering me off the fucking bed." I crease up with laughter, then lie back, spreading my legs. "Climb on board, Michael. Get it out of your system." -----

( He does not stop to cry like a parrot as well. In the room, Michael does not ceased to cry. Since, he cannot provide the life of his wife. After a few minutes, the other doctor has approached on him. Now, the doctor lets the cat out of the bag to him about the other better way. To that, Michael will still do it. This time, the medical doctor has spilled the beans on him; he needs to find another heart from his cousin or relative who is still related to his wife heart. To that, he is willing to find for it. Less than no time, he goes to his mother. Here, he has asked a solution from his beloved mother. His mother lets the cat out of the bag to him; he must leave his wife. To his statement

The moment the line connected, I could hear Damian’s voice faintly from where I stood. “Hey, beautiful. I’ll soon start coming, but it's a bit early for—” “Change of plans,” Michael cut in. “What? Why?” Damian sounded annoyed. Michael’s gaze locked on mine as he spoke. “I can’t go out tonight. Don’t ask questions. I’ll call you when I can.” “But I—” “Goodbye, Damian.” Michael hung up without another word. I swallowed hard. He didn’t mention Fernando. Didn’t explain anything. But Damian would feel the rejection, the power shift. And I knew now, more than ever, I had to watch Michael. Because this was far from over.

“Alright, alright. Message received loud and clear.” But even as he laughed, Ace was watching. He’d been across the room, chatting with two of the other guys, but his eyes had drifted toward us more than once. Now he walked over, casually. “Michael,” he called out in a low tone, but his deep voice carried weight. “Stop harassing my girlfriend.” Michael blinked, then smirked. “Harassing? Come on, man. I was just saying hello.” Ace’s expression didn’t change, but his arm brushed mine as he stood beside me, a subtle shield. “You said hello. That’s enough.”

"You don't need anyone else but me." I smiled and nodded at him. He was right about that. I didn't need anyone else but him. "What do your grandfather and mother think about this?" I asked him in a small voice. "I assume you told them about your plans." "I did tell both of them how I felt about you and that I was going to make things right with you. They understand that I need you in my life to make me happy," Michael said firmly. "They are both happy to welcome you in. However, I want to be clear with you. Even if they had not approved of our relationship, I would still be standing here with you."