Novel & Cerita Micah Black

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.

Micah POV. My name is the boy with trust issues, I mean Micah, Micah Blackthorn, I'm the alpha's only son, I'm his heir and the one in charge after him, I'm twenty-one years old, my birthday was last week, I just turned of age, the one where you're an adult, where more responsibilities get thrown your way and you're left to figure it out.

* Two hours later, a bloody Micah is brought in, and a replay of the first night this whole shitty show had started flashes before my eyes. "Boss, here he is," Reaper says. With the way Micah is dressed, it seems like he has been yanked out of bed and brought to face his demise. He is putting on denim blue shorts and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Typical. "Zane, I don't have your money yet, and you still have my sister in your care," he blurts out his eyes looking at the ground. I notice the way he wouldn't look at me and I know I have my response already.

Miguel’s fangs were on display, they were like sharp blades that were ready to tear anyone apart - especially if it was one of those he hated so much. We all knew that. Even if we pretended not to know, everyone in that damn flowery, monochromatic place - knew about Michael’s envy. About his disgust for humanity and his contempt for everyone who, deep down, was better than him. "Crazy? Yes, I must have gone crazy when I thought a mountain of muscles like you could think!" Quinn played and when Miguel trembled with the truth being thrown in his face, the God finally screamed. "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!"

He rescued her and now he can't let her go... Giovanni de Luca, a Beverly Hills born mobster climbing the ladder to success. He will do anything to protect his family and ensure their successful name throughout L.A. When he meets Rosalia Bernardi, a gorgeous young woman from Palermo, things change dramatically. It's not only him and his family he has to protect now but also the young life of Rosalia. The pair commence a rollercoaster ride they can't seem to get off especially because Giovanni is in the Mafia.

The stakes had in no way been higher. Micah, usually the skeptic, was a few steps behind, his hand resting on the grip of his shotgun. The grim set of his jaw was the most effective indication of how extreme he became about this assignment. He turned into constantly ready for a fight, but even he knew this wasn't just about survival. This became about ending Salvatore's reign as soon as and for all.

Jesus, I must be far, far drunker than I thought. He holds his hand out. “I’m Lucas Craven.” I just stare at him. He gives me a puzzled look and starts to move his hand away. I quickly put my hand out and shake his warm solid, calloused hand. “I-I’m Lilly, Lillian Blackwood”, I stutter, geez Lill, get a grip, remember he’s a douche bag that just spilled shit all over you…. still, he’s a good-looking douche bag. “I know, I’ve been watching you. I mean, I watched you sing.” He smiles ruefully, pointing at the stage, “You sound amazing.”

"But that isn't happening until you're inside, out of the snow." Malik turns back to the car, leaning into the window to tell the driver to turn around. As he does so, the Alpha comes back to my side. He looks ready to question me, rather than be livid that I clearly interrupted his date with Macie. She definitely isn't happy as Malik helps me into the car. The glare I receive is brutal. "You're just going to let her in like this?" Macie questions as the car makes its way back to the house. She doesn't look at me now; instead casting her gaze outside in clear disdain.

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.