Micah Black Novels & Stories

"Shut up, Micah." "You can lie to the press, Stellan. You can lie to the Mercer family, and you can apparently even lie to the girl," Micah said, his tone shedding the careless playboy facade and adopting a sharp, clinical edge. "But don't sit here and lie to me. I just watched a Victoria's Secret model throw herself at you, and you looked at her like she was carrying the plague." I opened my eyes, glaring at the ceiling. "I told you. The legal situation—"

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

Black hole. Hamish was looking at the woman who was lying on his couch with a frown on her face. Or rather, the thief... He had carried her into his living room and then he had looked for anything on her to identify her but she had no papers so he had to take a picture of her to send to a friend to search in the American databases... He would like to have a drink but he was afraid that the young woman would run away... He wondered why he was unable to call the police... That's what all normal people do after discovering a thief in their house...

“Finally!” “Wow.” Micah. “White and black, impressive Abby.”

“Asher was mostly in a coma from young. So these days, I’m not surprised anymore. All I know is that he would be fine. He just needs time.” “Is it true though?” “It’s what true?” “That he is possessed?” Monica glared at her son immediately. “Where did you hear that?” Micah shrugged. “During the alpha training. There were so many rumors about him when he was there. Also how he had attacked high alpha Damien that the king had to come in to save the day. Rumor had it that his eyes were black and he had black veins or something all over him. Dad is constantly worried about him and every time he has his episode of being in a coma, both Dad and Anita are always worked up. Including Alpha Steven.”

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

From Mama down to the youngest girl, every female there was mesmerized by him. Soon, I'm startled by someone caressing my waist. I jerk away to see who's touching me, and it's Micah. He's wearing a black suit, a white button-up, and a light blue and black tie. Leaning in, in a sensual tone, he whispers into my ear, "We're matching." Trying to be discreet, I pan the room, whispering, "We're all matching, and what are you doing?" Through a smirk, he lifts his elbow, asking, "May I?"

And with Sophia came Ivy Montenegro, who is being pursued by another of Micah’s friends, Asher Cage, also known as Dragon. Last but not least, to join our group were Santana and Declan. Declan is another male in Micah’s group of hot, badass friends. That’s one of the reasons it has been difficult to avoid Priest. We’re all always together. I’ve been lucky lately because he has been out of town and because of my work obligations, but my excuses are drying up. Maleah leans back in the seat and sighs. She looks content as she lounges back and stretches her long legs. Maleah is gorgeous with a voluptuous body, long wavy hair, and Angelina Jolie’s lips.

The way my control cracked every time he came too close. A black Maserati sat at curbside, waiting. One of the company cars: slick, polished, intimidating. Micah was already in the car on the passenger side. Relaxed. His jacket unfastened, one arm dangling languidly over the window, the other tapping away at his phone. He looked up when I approached. A grin spread across his face. “Ready for our day together, lover boy?” Heat rushed to my face. “Don’t call me that.”