It Was Me By Michael Combs Novels & Stories

I guess he is bad at something after all , he's bad at taking a damn joke . " Leeexxiieeeeeeeee " I know that voice all too well , there's only one person who calls me that . " Michael ! " I shout excitedly as he makes his way over me , one hand in Michelle's . I jump at him as soon as he appears and he seems taken back but hugs me with surprise . I'll never forget what Michael did for me , I'll always be grateful for him . There were 2 growls this time as Michelle pulled Michael away and Jace did the same to me . Behind Michael and Michelle , I see Kayla hitting it off with some guy and dancing with him close up . I smile , I guess she found who she was looking for .

“You’re too popular.” “It’s Drew,” I said, laughing. “Give me a second.” “Fine. Make it quick. Then come back.” I answered. “Drew, you won’t believe–” “I already know,” he cut in, amused. “Congrats, superstar. But that’s not why I called.” I frowned. “Then why?” He hesitated just long enough for my stomach to tighten. “Because M&Cey’s campaign has two ambassadors. You and Cade.” My stomach dipped. It took a second for the meaning to sink in.

And with Tyler by my side; my god I felt pretty much invincible. ~ stay tuned for the sequel (and trequel) coming soon. xx. eden aster.

I kissed her lips that made her flush as everyone made a noise. We dance in the middle. In Michael Bublé's song Best of Me. I'm a good dancer and she seemed to have no idea. I just carry her around, pull her, twirl her around. Then the music turns into Havana of Camilla Cabello accidentally and we both are dancing like wasted teenagers. I also didn't expect that it would be funny.

It needed more life force before it go to Suzanne Summers. Horny Mike would come back the next day to find a dried-up corpse on the floor the very next morning.

grandma: " yes, who are you?? " me: " I am.. " . before I complete my sentence or before saying my name, I heard someone voice.. Michael: " mom who is that?? is that driver came?? " I was shocked to see him.. I freezed at my place where I am standing like statue.. even he was shocked to see me.. we all stand there by looking at each other face.. when I came to my sense, I thought it might be Michel, so I moved my gaze to his hand.. but there was no birthmark.. so he is.. no it can't be.. how??

My pulse ticked up. “How quick it is to bait a man,” I whispered under my breath, the words tasting like iron. I scanned the message. *Michael: What happened to you? You look even more beautiful after a failed wedding.* I almost laughed. Classic Michael, sweet poison wrapped in silk. The man could charm a snake out of its skin. I set my jaw, typing back. *Just trying to change the way I look. To win you back. Maybe you left me because you didn’t like how I dressed.*

Measured. Dangerous in the way composed people always were. “And where exactly did you hear it?” she asked. Her eyes searched my face, not for emotion, but for information. Smart girl. “Old records,” I said with a shrug, slipping my hands into my pockets. Casually I added, “Places people don’t usually look.” It wasn’t a lie. Just incomplete. Michael finally spoke. “It’s just a name.” Flat. Controlled. Practiced. I smiled then, but not for them. For myself.

I wish I could say this to her, but. “That’s right, Scarlett is everything to me,” Michael said as he clapped his hands twice, others wanted to join for a clap but immediately a band and some maids carrying a bouquet of roses walked in. I was confused as to what was going on even though I should have been used to this by now, “Michael,” I smiled as the band played my favorite song, ‘Best Part’ by Daniel Caesar and H.E.R

I whispered halfheartedly, “I’m number 7 in the Paradise Cove Trailer court.” I leaned back in my seat. Biscuit laid his big block head on my lap as the truck fired up again. I let my eyes close for a moment, or so I thought.