Heartstopper Michael Novels & Stories

“Well, I am off again. Good luck in finding Ann.” “You know where she is, don’t you?” Michael questioned, thinking Paris won't just leave not knowing whether Ann was ok or not. “I don’t, but she is no longer my concern,” Paris said and continued on his way. Michael stood in front of Shysie with his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Fine,” Michael said, stepping forward towards Shysie, positioning his one hand on her chest and clawing his other hand into her chest, wrapping his hand around her heart, making her scream in agony.

I ended up running, trying to keep up with his pace “Michael, what’s going on?” - I ask, pulling his hand. He stops abruptly, and I almost fall. His hands grab me by my waist, and his eyes burn into mine. “That asshole” - he breathes out. “What!? Who?!” - I say “Your cousin”, - he says, and I feel a chill down my spine. Michael’s eyes meet mine, and he lifts one of his brows seductively. “Why do you hate him so much?” - he asks

he gasped. “I wish I were. The shit was ridiculous.” “I wish I could get my hands on that body-cam footage. Are you sure you don’t want to report that fucker?” “Naw, I'd rather just let it go. That asshole learned his lesson.” “I don’t know, man...I think he has a thing for Zoe.” Michael said. “I’m not concerned. Zoe’s spoken for and she knows that.” “See, this is the shit I’m talking about. I told you not to catch feelings, and it’s barely been two weeks, and it’s already happened.”

“The air conditioning upstairs is acting up today.” Michael smirked darkly behind my back, enjoying my struggle. He shifted his hand and pushed one thick finger straight inside my tight, wet entrance, pumping it slowly in and out of my body. I gripped the sides of my phone tightly, my knuckles turning white as I tried to keep my facial expression completely neutral for the camera. Richard kept talking on the screen, completely unaware of what was happening. “Well, we will be back home in about five weeks. Michael has been sending me regular updates. He said you two have been getting along really well.”

I narrated everything I said to her, clearly omitting the part where I kissed him because I was too ashamed to tell anyone about it and when I was done, her jaw was down and her eyes were wide while she looked at me in surprise. “Wow. That… that is a lot that you unpacked in one night” she said as she still gaped and I nodded in agreement. “Yeah and I wish I didn't. He probably hates me even more now” I told her and she hugged me from the back before resting her chin on my shoulder comfortingly. “The only people that Michael hates are his mafia rivals and he never wastes time in taking them out. Why? He believes that harboring hatred is draining” she said to me. Then she turned me around to

Placed his head on my lap. “I’ve tried to forget you,” he whispered. “Tried to focus on everything else… but I keep seeing you. In the halls. In my sleep. I want you, Hazel.” His hands slid up my thighs. His mouth pressed to my stomach. I trembled. “Michael…” He looked up. “Tell me to stop.” I didn’t. Instead—I reached for him, and our lips crashed. Raw. Starved. His hands tangled in my hair. My nightshirt peeled off like paper. His shirt followed. My skin against his was like fire meeting ice.

It is almost midnight when Michael drops me off at my apartment. Nowadays, he lives in his family mansion. So he is leaving. But his eyes linger on me, asking me to stop him. Michael's fingers gently brush against my cheek. His eyes are filled with longing, and I can feel the warmth of his affection. I am aware of his desire, but I am not yet ready for intimacy with him. So, I don’t stop him. "Good night," he says.

Mabel muttered and held his cheeks with her hands. "P.....please h....hug m....me, h...hug m...me tight, I...I'm so c...cold." Michael muttered and they both pulled him in an hug. "Oh Michael!" They cried. "I suggest we take him to the hospital immediately, so that we can begin our investigation." A cop officer told them and they nodded as they made to disengaged from the hug but he won't let them go. "I l...love you both, I.....love you so........." Michael was muttering but couldn't complete his words, he lost consciousness and fell his weight on Stefan and Mabel.

I can finally grab him and enjoy his hugs so soft, my kaël. I smiled putting my face on his chest as I opened my eyes in surprise when my nose made direct contact with his warm skin. There in front of me, I could perfectly see the muscular and chiseled torso of Michaël, offering me a treat from his protruding pecs. I swallowed, I already knew that Michaël had an incredible body knowing that he is a model and that he trains a lot to keep in shape, but there I am sure that there are adults who don't have his amazing body. I blushed feeling my heartbeat quicken then I heard Michael's heartbeat quicken too and I knew he was already awake. I kept my face on his chest before feeling Michael's arms

“Ilya, show Elizabeth out.” That’s when I notice him—quiet, shadowy Ilya. He always creeps me out. He steps in and gently takes the Chancellor by her arm, guiding her out. As soon as the door closes, Michael is on me—hugging me, kissing everywhere on my face. I giggle. “Michael, stop!” I hit him softly. “Come on, love. Don’t you miss me?” He looks like an eager puppy waiting for affection. “I missed you.” He beams. “That’s my girl.”