Micah Black Novels & Stories

Sounded like a fair trade anywhere! The Carters’ incessant grumbling was starting to grate on Micah’s nerves. “For f**k’s sake, shut up!” he snapped. His voice boomed like a landmine. It thundered in their ears, slapping them so hard in the head that the dissenting people paled in silence. “That savior you sh*theads drool over? He’s trash! I can kill the lights out of him with a slap!” Micah declared frostily. His features had twisted into a glare of malice, as though the mere mention of Zayn Larson pissed him off.

My legs shift uncomfortably at the thought of him rubbing his five o’clock shadow over my bare thighs. His large, scarred hands tighten over the steering wheel with concentration. He looks like a badass as he maneuvers the vehicle through traffic. He looks like James Bond or that Transporter guy from the movie, with his black suit and snowy white dress shirt with its open collar. What Micah does for a living has been somewhat of an enigma to me. Chelsea says that he works for the government, but she really doesn’t know in what capacity. Wanting to probe a little, I cross my legs and shift my body in his direction. “So why are you down here anyway? Don’t you live in Manhattan?”

"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—

Mikael gets down. Two of the mobsters open the door of Black's office with one blow. Elevator doors close. “No…” I whisper. But despair has paralyzed me. There's nothing else to do. I've come this far. ‘Mina, can I trust you?’ I'm sorry… ‘I want to be special to someone.’ I'm sorry, Black. ‘I want to start a family…’ His voice. ‘I have hope in you.’ His laughter. ‘Thank you.’ Boom.

I couldn't move my feet anymore, I felt like my whole body suddenly became paralyzed. ＞Michael.＜ I tried to contact my mate through the pack-link. But even though I called his name a few times on the pack-link, I still got no response from him. This is strange, Michael always replied to me in less than a minute when I called him using the pack-link. I was starting to panic and I looked again in the direction where Ezekiel's hand was pointing, there were three men in black hoods walking towards us. As I watched them, I couldn’t help but think that whatever they were doing here, it wasn't a good thing.

Micah Collin twenty eight years old, CEO of Mitech and CEO of codds Architectural Enterprise, slim, tall and muscular, his hair black and packed into a bun, green eyes and a scar at the side of his ear. Hot, sexy and handsome Micah is the eldest of his friends Zone, he, Xander and James are best friend which infuriated him to know his best friend told his best person in the world to die. "I'll fucking kill you myself'Micah cursed, the driver drove speeding towards him Micah anger rose again as he got into the car. "I'll still have your head cut off jakub, Trace Sasha cellphone, find out where she is, and you to the Mack securities"Micah yelled.

Micah’s body went limp. For one frozen moment, Elora’s mind refused to understand what her eyes were seeing. Micah hung slack in Gregory’s grip, his head tilted at an unnatural angle, his eyes half-open and unseeing. Gregory released him without ceremony, and Micah’s body hit the ground with a dull, final sound—discarded like refuse.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

’ Mia replied to herself again. She glanced again at the group of men in black jackets with the Hades emblem curiously. “Let me introduce myself, I’m Knight Miller,” said the man as he reached out to Mia who was transfixed. At first, Mia just stared at the hand, but after hearing the voice from the man in front of her, Mia accepted the offer a little hesitantly. They shook hands briefly, but it made Mia’s cheeks warm. ‘Oh my, what got into me?’ Mia thought to herself confused.