Micah Black Novels & Stories

He lost his mum when he was only two. I would be meeting Lucien Blackwood for the first time today, and I’m quite nervous. From what I’ve heard, Mr. Blackwood is nothing like Micah, he is ruthless and unyielding. The elevator doors opened, Micah stepped out with a tall figure and my blood suddenly went cold. No! It couldn’t be! The man looked up and our eyes met. The same face, the same dark eyes, the same silver streak at his

Levi chips in for me. “Fine, it is on the first floor. By the way you shouldn't hide your pretty face”. Micah says smiling and that is when I look up to study his features. He is a pretty boy with a tanned skin and fading acne scars on his face. His black hair has red streaks, whoever his hairstylist is definitely knows how to do his job. “Take a picture, it lasts longer”. One of the boys snicker. Slightly irritated with that particular line I turn to him rolling my eyes.

Sweat spreads across my palms. Micah tilts his head at me, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yes, it looks like I lusted after another man’s wife. I know how bad it looks, but nothing ever happened between us. Not until they ended things. I’m a patient man, and I knew Stefan would fumble one way or the other—and he did.” Paris and Callum wince at Micah’s last statement. He’s not even subtle about his hatred for Stefan. Christ, this man.

He didn't look like the man who had played both sides to survive. "Micah, get out of here!" Rhea screamed, reaching out for him with her one good hand. "She’ll destroy you! She’ll turn you into a battery for the dark!" "She’s already doing that to everyone I care about, Rhea," Micah said, walking past her with a slow, deliberate pace. He stopped five feet from the construct, his hands open at his sides. "I spent my whole life being the shadow's errand boy. I let them take Blaze. I let them hollow out Ash. I stood by and watched while you suffered because I was too afraid to die."

Micah practically live at the pack house with me so it was nothing new if he was there for a long time. " Plus I haven't told them about Landon as yet because I wanted to figure out what to do with him first. I'm still mad at him for marking me without my consent and trying to control me so I have a lot of thinking to do first." I sighed because I still felt bad for him, no one should be forced to do something they don't want to do. We arrived at Micah's cousin's house and saw that he was home, good because I would want to try this. Micah rang the doorbell and Marcus answered it and right away I could tell he was high, sweet. We didn't mind link him because we wanted it to be a surprise visi

What Micah is, is a planning freak, the guy plans for every possible outcome and how to deal with which ever one happens to be a reality. That is Micah, and drives me crazy because sometimes, it is like he sees the future and it vexes me that he knows what I will do before it happens and sometimes he repeat the same words as I do when ranting even when I change them on purpose if there was not a large similarity between his family and him, I would think that he was adopted and his real family are the descendants of the Salem witches.

Cole asks. “Lumen.” “For real?” “Yeah, once.” “You gay, bro?” Micah lifts his gaze, blue eyes wide behind thick-rimmed glasses. He looks a little like a lost puppy, and I feel that same tug in my chest from when he first joined the team. The urge to protect him, even though he probably doesn’t need it. “It’s a spa, isn’t it?” he says. “I went there to relax. They have saunas and pools and shit.”

The trio walked into the building to meet workers running around or working, two receptionist were stationed at the entrance, and upon seeing Mr Black they all bowed greeting him, Leonard greeted back before heading to the elevator with Rebecca and her Assistant Ella. "Your Leech didn't follow you today I see". Rebecca said with a confident smirk as she talked about Melissa who was filling for him at a meeting in Ecuador, like she always did. "My assistant's whereabout should be the least of your problems McKnight". He said as the ding sounded before the elevator doors opened with mr Black strolling out not minding the shocked look on Rebecca's face. Rebecca felt more on the edge now as she

I was wearing a long sleeve off shoulder black knee-length dress with black tights. "Yes I'm alive," I said. It took a moment for him to process everything as he stood still, staring at me in wonder. Micah is a 46-year-old man, younger than my dad. His hair was dark brown, but there was a little sign of grey on his side, though it was barely noticeable. He had green emerald eyes which turned blue sometimes. His face was smooth and his body is really fit, not side fats or a big belly. He looked really young and good in his fitting black suit even though he’s in his late 40’s.