Micah Solusod Novels & Stories

"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—

He loved watching us beat each other bloody. I stepped over the chalk line, my boots digging into the damp soil. Micah was already waiting in the centre. He was a large, heavy-set warrior with a broken nose and thick arms covered in old scars. He wiped a streak of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and gave me a dark, testing smile. "Do not expect me to go easy on you just because your mate is the queen," Micah said, shifting his weight onto his back foot. "I would be embarrassed if you did," I replied.

Lea said as we stared at each other. “Difficult?” Azreal asked. “The youngest of the Willows family; Micah Willows. Micah is one of the seven sages and he is extremely strong, stronger than me even though he is young. An adult with the appearance of a child with knowledge unrivalled to anyone and difficult to handle because he thinks like a child. He doesn’t see and understand things the way we do so he is difficult to manage and lives with humans.” Lea explained as Azreal smiled.

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

He took a pointy turn, the tires screeching, and the city lighting fixtures blurred beyond them. "Do you believe all of us?" Micah eventually asked, his voice quieter now. Sophia hesitated. Trust felt like a luxury she couldn't afford. But there was one call that came to mind: a protracted shot, however higher than nothing. "My uncle. He's ex-military. He lives off the grid." Micah raised an eyebrow inside the replicate. "And he did not promote you out?" "No," Sophia said firmly. "He wouldn't." Micah sighed and nodded. "Fine. Give me the cope with."

Mike uttered "I know this is a trap. Call Francis and Nathan and tell them to meet me downstairs." Sol took a quick trip back to his "control room" and grabbed the light weapons he could get. Sol grabbed a prototype weapon his friend, Alexandrei, had created before. Although it was not yet perfect still, it was one of the first weapons they made before, and they called it CHAOS I. "I'm sorry, Drei, let me borrow this for a while." When he was all set, Sol went downstairs and saw Francis and Nathan bantering again, "No! That's impossible. You are going to hack into an international system! Do you really want to die?"

He couldn’t see how Amber could make anyone happy; he really couldn’t. But then again, he was the one with a half-blood in his bed, making him happy. He couldn’t judge anyone. “We’ve stopped too long. They are already starting to surround us,” Micah said as he settled in the driver’s seat and restarted the car. “Don’t worry about them. I’ll deal with them tonight. Let’s just get this shit over and done with.” And then he could get back to his mate and tell her she was either one of them or a menace to society that would be killed on the spot if anyone found out. Fun times.

Santosh ascended the stage and adopted a balanced stance, ready for both offense and defense. "That's a move from the Fulguria Sect. Are you their apprentice?" Micah asked. "Your observation skills aren't too bad. You can admit defeat if you're scared." Santosh challenged. Micah burst into a laugh and sneered, "You're just a lowly disciple. The Fulguria Sect leader, Luke Hardson, wouldn't even dare speak to me in such a tone if he were here."

Micah, another member of my age, and also the future alpha of the Red Moon Pack. “I am fine, Micah. How are you?” I asked him calmly while taking my seat with Noah. “I heard that the last two months were very eventful for you and your pack.” He remarked further and I felt annoyed. Micah was my good friend, but he is chatty and sometimes his curious nature gets on my nerves. “Yeah, very eventful. I guess you already have all the information.” I remarked sarcastically.