Is Michael Afton Dead Novels & Stories

The night before our SAT, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, my phone screen lit up. I received a text from an unknown number. [Tomorrow at 6:30 a.m.. Leaving for the testing center. Your sister disappears.] I stared at the screen, my heart jolting. I did have a twin sister, Molly Young, and we were both scheduled to take the test the next day. But what a pathetic prank. I tossed my phone aside, turned over, and went back to sleep. The next morning, we had barely left the driveway when Molly suddenly cried out beside me. “Oh no, I forgot my admission ticket.” “Dad, pull over! I need to go back and get it.”

My elder brother, Michael Summers, had always wished that I could just die. "You're just a cold-blooded monster, Ruth! Elena cared so much about you, but you heartlessly locked her out so that she would be stabbed in your stead! Don't you feel ashamed to be alive?" Five years ago, Michael's fiancée, Elena Brooks, had died because of me. Five years later, my burnt corpse lay quietly on Michael's autopsy table. Michael's wish finally came true.

" The warning tone in my voice made him clear his throat. My paranoia spiked up again and I felt myself loosen the tie in order to get fresh air. "Damon? I just want to tell you that you should have listened when I told you not to go through that plan." Warren snapped. Damon frowned but he heard the sadness in the tone, his reaction toned down a bit. He sobered up and I knew something was terribly wrong. "Hey Damon, I need to talk to you," Warren's voice was heavy with emotion. "What's up?" I asked, trying to keep my tone calm. "It's Michael," he said, pausing for a moment. "He's dead."

“I miss you too so much, baby. I am being kept safe for a while but I’m sure I’ll be home soon.” “Where?” “They said I can’t tell.” “I’m just glad you’re safe.” “I miss you so much my love.” “I miss you more.” “Any break in the case?” “Our only key witness was pronounced dead.” “Mike is dead?!” He blurted, catching Dustin’s attention. “Yeah. Tonight. He was involved in a shootout.” “Does Ace know?” “Yeah, we all found out together.” “So what is going to happen to the whole of our case?”

No, this wasn’t fair! “I’m so very sorry. Are you still at Wuffaman pack land?” Rufus asked kindly, fatherly almost. While the words were there Michael knew it was a confirmation… they were… they were dead. A tear fell from his eye, the hold on the phone shaking violently. “Yes,” he choked out. “I can have someone come and collect you if you wish. The helicopter can get to you in just over two hours.” He said nothing, he couldn’t words wouldn’t come to the surface, he couldn’t believe it yet he knew… he couldn’t deny it even though he desperately wanted to. He needed to deny but… but he couldn’t.

“This is why you do not, under any circumstances, touch Michael. Ever. You will leave him alone, you will leave me alone, and you will respect this line.” “We—this cannot… you… you can’t just…”Don Raphael stuttered. I cut him with a single glance. “I just did.” I stopped, my hands on the table, my eyes scanning each man who remained. “Michael is alive, he’s safe somewhere none of you will ever touch and anyone foolish enough to try will meet the same fate.” Mortis cracked his knuckles. “They won’t survive the lesson twice.” Emilio smirked. “You would die before reaching him.”

concerned. I turned to him, meeting his golden gaze. "I don’t get to rest until my sons are safe." Ashton held my stare for a long moment before nodding. "Then let’s get them back soon." I exhaled, finally looking away. Yes. Michael was dead. But his brothers were still breathing. And I wouldn’t stop. Not until I burned their entire world to the ground.

Michael’s POV Getting here remained a mystery to me. Since I was not conscious before entering. I have no idea how to leave. My life is over already. Watching the news right now, it says it all. Reporter: Tragic news just in—The renowned youngest celebrity, Michael, with more, has been confirmed dead and buried. Katty: That’s heartbreaking. And to make matters worse, his wife recently lost their daughter as well. Reporter: Such a devastating loss for the family…

Like his son, he convulsed in pain like his head was going to explode. Kayson left the mansion and called Michael. “Patrick and Hector Allen, as well as a so-called Master Jo, are dead. Can you take care of it?” Michael seemed to be doused in extreme shock as Kayson failed to receive any response as half a minute lapsed. “Mr. Whitman?” he repeated with furrowed brows. It was only then Michael replied hastily, “Yes! Of course! “But Mr. Yarde, the head of the Allens, Tuckson, might go berserk due to Patrick’s death…”

We walked into the hospital cafeteria, and as we headed to the drinks section, someone called out my name. I looked towards the direction of the voice and saw Michael standing a few feet away from me. He looked different. Terribly different. His hair was a mess, he had grown a full beard, and he had bags under his eyes. Clearly, the last six months haven't been easy for him, but I didn't care. "Michael—" "She's dead." I froze. My words got stuck in my throat, as I tried to make sense of what he just said. Dead? Luna is dead?