Micah Love Is Blind Teeth Novels & Stories

I frowned and continued reading. **“Micah always loved making people believe he was the best at everything—games, academics, singing, sports, you name it. And to be fair, he was good. But beyond that perfect image, he was worse than hell. Micah couldn’t survive without forcing himself on women. And when I say ‘forcing,’ I mean exactly that. He didn’t just try to persuade them; he took what he wanted, consequences be damned. But somehow, he always found a way to silence his victims. That’s why he was chased out of his previous home and evicted by his landlord.

Micah said with an evil smile as he got off the bed. He moved to his wardrobe and started searching through it. While he did this, Hazel quickly returned the water she had placed under her tongue back to the glass. Quickly, she moved to the flower vase a few inches away from the door. She pulled out the flower and poured the water into the plant. Then she scurried back and placed the glass on the table just as Micah turned around with a long steel-like baton and a vibrator. He got on the bed and moved closer to her. "Let me show you that I owe yoU," he whispered before he kissed her neck.

Now look at me, I'm not as beautiful as I used to be but I'm thankful that Noah is blind He wouldn't see me to love me less. Noah made me like this so he would live wit me or no one else I will stay till I no longer want to stay!

she let out as my hands went shaky. “A blind mate,” I let out in frustration. “I’m blind Ace, blind people are useless,” the voice of Lucia echoed in my head. “The moon-goddess must be great to have blessed me with a blind-mate, a useless and weak one. What can a blind person do? They are of no use,” I let out. yes! They all run away like Coward. I can't let anybody put me down. “I, Alpha Ace ray d king reject you for a mate,” I let out. “I don't want to ever set eyes on you or you might not survive being alive if we meet again.” I let out before leaving the mating hall.

In every picture of the two of them, the love appeared genuine, and there was no sign of the lie which Mikee tirelessly insisted he was living with her. "There are times in life when you have to do things, not for yourself, but for the people around you. Loving Sandra is easy, even easier when I imagine it's you that I'm looking at and not her." "Me? Ha. Like I believe that." I could fall for his words, not when this was goodbye, and not when I was leaving without having told him the secret I was supposed to have told him. "Believe what you like, Aria, but I love you." And it's surprising just how much damage those words can do to a person.

I love you Rodrigo, I swear I love you. (She sobs and make a sign of the heart with her hand) I love you forever" The video ended with Camilla blowing out kisses and then blank.

Wiping them off, I continue, "Today, I choose you to be my wife. I accept you as you are, and I offer myself in return. I will care for you, stand beside you, and share with you all of life's adversities and all of its joys from this day forward, and all the days of my life. I love you, Mia." Tears flow down her face freely, and she tries her best to wipe them off, and keep them at bay. I smile knowing these are tears of happiness, not sadness or regret. When she has composed herself, she begins, "In the sight of God's love and in the presence of our families and friends, I take you, Liam, to be my husband. I offer my friendship and trust in you, promising to be faithful and understanding as

“It’s your birthday, baby.” “Can you believe that I’m a quarter century old?” I giggled. “Are your bones creaking?” he chuckled. “I think I lost a few teeth in the night,” I said. “Hmmm…. A toothless lover could be kinky,” he said with a sultry voice. “You’re incorrigible,” I laughed. “I’m in love with a toothless quarter century old sex pot,” he said in a voice that was meant to mimic Roger’s. “Sex Pot, am I?” I said as I tried to control my laughter. “If Roger knew that you were mimicking him, he’d be furious.”

Grinding his teeth, he shouted, “So you’re going to keep acting tough, huh? Just you wait!” With that, he stormed back to his car in fury. I ignored his threats. I got back in my car and texted my dad, letting him know I would be late getting home. However, not even a minute later, my whole car jolted violently. I turned around and saw Gabriel’s Maybach pressed up against the side of my car. He was stomping on the gas, teeth clenched, eyes filled with hatred. The power of his engine shoved my car forward several meters, grinding it against the highway guardrail. On the other side of that rail was a cliff, and one of my wheels was already hanging in midair.

The deeper we went, the more wrong it felt. “This place should be dead,” Liam muttered. “No power. No staff. Nothing.” But it wasn’t dead, It was alive and I knew he could feel the same thing I felt from being in there. We turned a corner and froze. Rows of monitors flickered to life. Surveillance footage, streets, airports, even our building. A wall of stolen eyes. And in the center, a single screen. Micah. My Micah. Blindfolded, tied to a chair, chest rising too fast.