Micah Parsons Novels & Stories

But Lucas won and within seconds he scored a goal. Even though Zion did his best to get the ball from him, his speed wasn't less than Usain bolt. He has never been defeated in his life. I repeat never. So, when Lucas scored a goal he was triggered. And by using every ounce of energy he won the match by a narrow margin of 5-4.

His grip tightened on my shirt, and he hoisted me up, his eyes ablaze with a fiery red intensity. "I've repeatedly emphasized the importance of steering clear from Sierra; she's not just someone to me—she's my life partner, the one with whom I envision spending the rest of my days." My growl resonates in response, yet I reluctantly lower myself, acknowledging that challenging him isn't a viable option, despite his inflated ego. Respect must be given where it's due. "Williams, I'm not here to stir up trouble; my sole purpose is to check on Sierra and ensure she's alright."

“At this point, I just hope that nothing too extreme happened…” ************************** “Fucking hell,” I said, frowning as we were stopped by the firefighters, cops, and ambulances. The fact that they were here alone told me that things have gotten completely out of hand. “Boss…” Mattias, one of the cops said, calling me. He was an alley, and though a cop, he knew not to cross certain limits, and I knew not to throw in too much light on us as not to force him to do so. “What happened?” I asked, and he nodded at one of the ambulances where Elijah lay on a stretcher. My heart dropped as I saw two bullets on his chest. His heart was still beating, but I knew that things were not going to be

Then; applause, light and tender. Micah clears his throat, but his voice wavers. “My turn,” he says. “I did not believe in forever before you. You know that.” “I know.” “You were this clean cut, controlled man who made me want to throw a drink just to see if you would flinch.” “You did throw it once.” “And you did not flinch.” “I was terrified inside.” “Good,” he smiles. “Because you made me feel safe outside. You gave me something I never thought I would have; peace that did not feel boring. Love that did not feel like war.”

"It is my fault! If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have made that sacrifice. I've seen death so many times, but I've never felt like this before. Nina, you don't understand! I watched her die right in front of me..." Micah's voice was hoarse, cutting through Nina's words, each word carrying the weight of his torment. Nina had never seen him so broken, and it left her feeling helpless. Afraid he might lose control, she quickly called their father. Before long, Pharaoh arrived with a team from the lab. Seeing Micah in this state, Pharaoh felt an overwhelming sadness. This was his son, after all. But when Pharaoh examined Micah, he discovered that Micah had been secretly taking phenobarbital.

I replied, my words ending on a sad note. Micah had been important to me, one of the most influential in my life other than my parents. I had told him everything; from Atlas and his friends, to my own inability to make lasting connections with other people. Micah always seemed to understand how I felt, and offered his opinion and advice when needed. Even as a child, he was so strong—so sure of what he believed in. Micah was a beacon of security and strength for me as a child, and the fact that he hadn’t changed, brought some measure of relief.

I was wearing a long sleeve off shoulder black knee-length dress with black tights. "Yes I'm alive," I said. It took a moment for him to process everything as he stood still, staring at me in wonder. Micah is a 46-year-old man, younger than my dad. His hair was dark brown, but there was a little sign of grey on his side, though it was barely noticeable. He had green emerald eyes which turned blue sometimes. His face was smooth and his body is really fit, not side fats or a big belly. He looked really young and good in his fitting black suit even though he’s in his late 40’s.

Marina said. She looked Micah over from head to toe and smiled. She had no idea why Caleb had sent her two men, and she didn’t even try to figure it out. Micah was a warm caramel, unlike the midnight black of Jake. She ran her hands over him, feeling his firm body. Her hands ended their exploration on his belt buckle, which she eagerly opened. With a bit of tugging, his pants and boxers ended up at his feet. Micah had a good cock, which in many ways was just like her husband Caleb’s. As she licked and sucked it, it grew to seven inches or a bit more with a healthy girth. Except for being black, he was a good match for Caleb.

Home is this way. I don't bother arguing with him. Instead, I pull out my phone and text Micah. ME: What did you do this time, Devil? MICAH: Nothing, mes petit ange. I am only taking care of you. ME: Don't play innocent with me, Micah McKaine! MICAH: ;)

She blinked in surprise. “Before I left for the symposium in Japan, I proposed. It was with a cheap platinum ring, but she was still overjoyed. We promised each other that we would elope as soon as I got back, rent a simple apartment near the job I hoped to get, and start saving for the beach wedding she’d always dreamed of.” He blinked away a tear before continuing “You know, losing her left me with a void that nothing has been able to heal, even after more than two decades. Not even money, power, or my efforts to get revenge on Lucas. But now…” Micah looked into her eyes, a soulful smile on his face “I finally don’t feel that void anymore. Now, I have my daughter. And that’s all that matte