Micah Black Novels & Stories

“Ali is doing great, but Micah is driving me nuts. He’s like a crazy helicopter father─ always hovering around her. I found him putting foam on the corners of our end tables the other day. He said because he didn’t want Ali bumping into the sharp corners. I told him that she’s only three months old and won't be walking for a while, but he won’t listen.” A genuine chuckle escapes my lips at her perturbed words. I can definitely see Micah doing those things. He’s unquestionably a candidate for an overprotective father. Ever since Sophia found out she was pregnant, he has been super vigilant. I guess considering the business he’s in, he’d have to be. You see, Micah and the others are all Assass

I asked. "Dennis Black escaped." He replied. "Wait, what?! "Christian snapped. "He had help. They had everything planned out. They killed almost all our men." He said. My mum gasped in horror. "Why?! Why would he do that?!" I widened my eyes. "Before he left, he said he was going to get his revenge on his daughter and her boyfriend. Said he was coming for you." The police said. I almost fell at the impact of those words, tripping on air. Christian was quick to pull me close to his body, steadying me.

We all believed it when Micah said my parent's car crashed over the mountains, their bodies mangled beyond recognition. He rightfully assumed he could mold us to be just like him, a bloodthirsty killer with no honor or remorse. I must admit I was on the road to becoming Micah Grey’s little patsy until he made the mistake of trying to kill my little brother Samuel, who refused to do his bidding.

“I'm not belittling you, young man. I just can't think of any reason why I should be afraid of you. You look like a nice young man and harmless,” His eyes widened as he heard what I said. I took a deep breath and introduced myself. “By the way, my name is Dane Steele, and I am the Alpha King of Lotus Pack. You are here in our territory, Greenwoods Village,” I said, offering my palm for a handshake. The young man looked at me suspiciously, as if he doubted my words. Even though his body is numb with pain, he avoids my hand offer. “D-Don't come near me!”

“I didn’t think it mattered anymore.” Then I said, softly, “It matters to me.” Micah didn't respond immediately. When he finally did, his voice was softer now. “He said he’d keep to himself. That anyone would barely notice him.” I let out a short, bitter laugh. “That man is incapable of not being noticed. He's a famous F1 racer.” “Fair enough.” “And you trust him?” “He promised to take care of you when you arrived,” Micah's voice softened. “and I trust him to be respectful about that.”

Home is this way. I don't bother arguing with him. Instead, I pull out my phone and text Micah. ME: What did you do this time, Devil? MICAH: Nothing, mes petit ange. I am only taking care of you. ME: Don't play innocent with me, Micah McKaine! MICAH: ;)

Black and getting to the bottom of what had happened to Sophia. Finally, he reached the large office at the end of the hall, the door slightly ajar. Inside, Mr. Black was standing near his desk, his back to the door, staring at the array of security screens that lined the walls. Mike cleared his throat, his presence filling the room before he even stepped inside. “Mike,” Mr. Black said, his voice low, acknowledging him without turning around. Mike stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. “You can take off that mask of yours, Xender,” he said, his tone dripping with irritation. “I still don’t understand why you bother wearing it.”

he asked and Liam stared at him weirdly. “And you are?” Liam asked and the guy in black removed his sun shade. “Micheal Adams” TBC

"Of course, Mac. Later, we'll deal with the bastard together." Mac nodded once before turning away, while Ethan's eyes darkened with murderous intent. ****😔😔****

“Micah.” Micah St. Clair hadn’t been seen at family events in years. No one spoke of why he left. But Vivianne knew. He was smart—too smart for the backroom power plays and never quite wolf enough for the old guard. Still, he had a presence. And more importantly, he owed her. “You’ve been watching,” she said, not asking. Micah folded his hands on the table. “The Peak’s been noisy. I see enough.” “And?” “It’s changed. Asher’s different.”