Micah Bell Novels & Stories

I frowned and continued reading. **“Micah always loved making people believe he was the best at everything—games, academics, singing, sports, you name it. And to be fair, he was good. But beyond that perfect image, he was worse than hell. Micah couldn’t survive without forcing himself on women. And when I say ‘forcing,’ I mean exactly that. He didn’t just try to persuade them; he took what he wanted, consequences be damned. But somehow, he always found a way to silence his victims. That’s why he was chased out of his previous home and evicted by his landlord.

Christian offered. "No! Just stay away from me." Makaila picked herself up and started dragging it to walk. "Come on you can't go in this state. You could get killed." Christian's voice showed pure concern. "I rather die than to be here with people who are planning to kill me. Fück off asshole!" Makaila said gruffly, her voice hoarse with pain. Christian cringed as he looked at her face that was contoured in so much pain and agony. They have caused this girl so much pain. He could have stopped them, he knew he could have. But he was more concerned about his image and reputation.

He would be the one to teach them not to be assholes. And he could watch his mate shift whenever that happened. When he let go of Layla, Micah pulled him into a hug. The man who always did things properly and refused to call him anything other than Alpha or His Majesty bent his principles for the first time in his life. “I wish you had told me sooner. I wouldn’t have rested until I’d found that witch for you,” Micah said. “And that’s the reason I stayed quiet,” he smiled. Faith came next, the little Omega who’d always been his biggest fan.

“You’re damn right it is. Now go be brave, or whatever. And call me after. I want the full emotional breakdown.” “Of course. Tears, awkward confessions, possibly a dramatic monologue—I’ll give you the highlights.” She laughed, and the sound made me smile again. No matter how much everything around me felt like it was shifting, she was a constant. Just knowing she was on the other end of the line made the idea of facing everything a little easier. “Wish me luck,” I said. But when I went downstairs, Micah was nowhere to be found. He was gone. I asked some of the guards where he was, and he was at his mother’s house, trying to figure out what the last business they had to do with the rival fami

Alex growled I don’t have to see them to know that Ryan nodded and Creed stuck his tongue out at him. “ We can't sit and watch you all day but we can all hear you, we each have mics and earpieces to keep in contact with you while we do stuff needed here as well. Please don’t hesitate to break cover if you feel you really are in danger” Alex said and I just hummed my response skipping from stone to stone over the small stream. “ Keep up” Henry finally spoke and that’s what he said? I’m literally right behind him.

I run to the door and lock it behind him, feeling how flimsy it is and somehow knowing it won't stop anyone who tries to get in We should never have called them. Damien looks confused now, all his anger has gone with the strange interaction with the police and the others look as helpless as I feel. The man's words resound in my brain "The only person who can protect you completely is Cain" and I know now that regardless of if he's married or a liar, I need to call him, if only to keep us all safe. My gaze meets Gale's and she nods, sliding her drawer open and picking up my phone. I sit down beside her, staring at his name after I unblock it and somehow, as if he knows I've done it, my phone

The crack sealed behind him the moment his hind legs crossed the line. Outside, the others ran to the barrier, clawing, shouting—but it was too late. The wall had closed, stronger than ever, a smooth silvery shield once again. Alexandro was inside. Alone. Within the island, the moment Ravik’s paws hit the cursed soil, he was met with resistance. A chorus of high-pitched magical alarms went off, rippling through the very rocks of the place. Maeron, watching from a high perch, narrowed his eyes and descended like a storm cloud. His face held no expression, but the energy that surged around him was palpable.

—necklaces taken from defeated demigods. Don was so mad, as he imagined his eyes glowing just like the wolf's. He raised his sword. Phelan's army cheered for her from her inner self as she could only get the voice herself, but the sounds died when Don dodged her first swing and sliced her dagger in half, right between the handholds. “Wii” she whimpered. “AAAA!” Don spun and kicked her in the snout. She staggered backward, trying to regain her footing, then lowered her head to charge. But She never got the chance. Don's sword flashed—slicing off part of Phelan's right arm, then the other. She tried to grab Don with a lot of energy, but she couldn't. He rolled away, picking up half of her bro

The betrayal hurt even more than the knife wound in her abdomen. Just as the heavy rear doors of the medical transport vehicle were about to close, Eloise witnessed with her own eyes that Micah, who had just been begging for his life, immediately climbed back to his feet the moment he confirmed that I had no intention of coming after him. He fumbled for his phone and jabbed at the screen. "Josh, hurry! Round up as many guys as you can, grab a van, and get to Eloise's downtown penthouse!" The greed in his voice was unmistakable.

Watched my back when even Damien was halfway across the globe. "You should have come to *me*," I whispered. "Would you have listened? Or would I be locked away like the rest?" Damien stepped into view then, gun holstered but presence lethal. "Step away from her." Micah looked at me one last time. "I never stopped believing in you. Just... not in what you’ve become." Then he walked away, hands raised, into the custody of our guards. My heart cracked. Not because I lost a soldier.