Micah Parsons Novels & Stories

Patrice is practically everywhere I turn now. "Yeah, but it isn't like he's Ben's real dad," Micah said pushing his glasses up further on his small yet chubby face. Ever since Micah got married he gained weight, he wasn't slim anymore but was shapely. "Micah!" Lizzie deadpanned.

I growled, snarled, trying to pull against the restraints. “I’m sorry, dear little bird. But we had our fun and now it’s over.” I felt the air grow cold. Micah was taking deep breaths and I felt him summoning a power. My eyes went wide as I realized, he was over 1000 years old. He had a power and he was just fucking with me this own damn time. I pulled harder against the silver wraps. Tried to pull them out of the ground. My breath was ragged as I kept pulling, aware that Bryan was holding back Logan from helping me. I glared at Micah, who had his arm out, his finger pointing at me. He took one more deep breath and I heard a deep boom. Closing my eyes, I waited for the impact.

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.

I have an interview for a proper career with healthcare and bonuses. Okay, Zoe, breathe, don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s an interview. You don’t have the job yet. I tossed Isaac’s laptop into my bag. I need to shower, brush my hair and find an interview outfit. Shit, I’m a waitress, my interview outfit consists of faded black jeans and a black t-shirt with a hole in the armpit. My feet hit the sidewalk running. There’s a charity shop on the route home. It never has much in my size but with a grand total of six dollars to my name, it’s my only option.

“I sent him. I’m surprised he obeyed. I wanted you to know if he was saying the whole truth about Thomas asking him to spy on me.” “I ran his name through every channel we have access to,” he began. “No hits and no ties to Red Hand, no rogue affiliations. He has a clean history.” I raised a brow. “Too clean?” Reid nodded once. “Micah’s a nobody. Born to a minor family in a peripheral pack near Silver Hollow. Trained as a field courier. Just someone who slips in and out quietly, unnoticed.” “That sounds like exactly the kind of person Thomas would use.”

’’ Micah’s deep baritone voice filled the hall. That was a voice that Kara wanted to silence forever. She smiled because she knew that with time, it would happen. ‘’Though the group has faced many challenges, I want to specifically thank each and everyone of you for how well you have stood by me and held this group together. Without your help, we wouldn’t have achieved anything so i say congratulations to us all.’’ Micah said. Despite how strong his voice was, Kara couldn’t help but notice that it was wavering. Micah was old. In fact, he was even older than his father and Kara had a feeling that soon, he would hand over to his son Logan.

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

"I never asked you to stop loving him. I stayed by your side even when it hurts. I loved you from a far but now, I can't do that anymore..." "No... please, Tristan, stop..." she pleaded with all her heart. "I, Tristan Cowell, reject you, Alicia Peters as my mate." He said coldly and just like that, Alicia fell on the ground gasping for air. They are no longer connected to each other. He cut the bond that he held onto for such a long time because of someone he knew he would never have. He walked past Alicia and stood in front of me, towering my frame. He extended his arm and I looked up to find him looking at me seriously.

It still makes me smile. Micah sees me smiling, and he but only taps me on the back. He had to sit and listen to me the whole day, telling him how much I am in love with a woman that is clearly forbidden. I am Christian Caine, and I am about to break the rules. "Go for it, man," Micah urges me on. "You are the one holding the rule book. Be yourself and don't listen to what your father dictates for you." "Believe me, Micah, those days are over. Nobody is keeping my princess from me."

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.