Novel & Cerita Micah Bell

Micah came through the door looking flawless as usual. His skin was glowing and moist making it look as if he had on makeup. Micah doesn't wear makeup though, it doesn't suit him. He had on a black see-through shirt, which was opened to show his small yet muscular chest. "Are you guys ready" He questioned, making himself at home on my already junky bed. "Almost done!" Lizzie let out, plucking another hair from my eyebrow, earning another wrenching sound from my mouth. "So Mikey how are we going to get in anyway, Lizzie and I are still 18," I asked him.

Bell. " I'm the reason Dagon is hurting all this people and I'm the only one who can stop him. “ “ I want to help you stop him. " “ No." “ You'll die if you face him alone." “ I know. There's something I want to tell you." “ What is it?" “ I'm more dangerous than I look." “ Dangerous?" “ I'm the one they call the dreaded prince." He said and Bellamy chuckled. “ You're not dangerous. You were merciless for the right thing. You saved a lot of people more than you can ever imagine. You saved me. “ She smiled.

"I'll deal with the why when they ask it directly." Sergio nodded and left. I turned my chair to the window and looked at Haloshul in the morning light. Micah was a liability. That was the correct framing. He had arrived in my city, walked into my alley and made himself into a pressure point that someone was already using, and the solution was for him to leave, but he wouldn't leave, and the next solution was to make the city understand he was not a useful lever, and the only way to do that was to—