Michael A Singer: Books Novels & Stories

“Michael, you need to check if you can track father’s phone location. Then we can at least have an idea where we need to go when we have gathered our pack.” “I'll see what I can find.” Michael replies. Then taking out his phone. I hear him unlock his phone and the clicking sound his phone makes when typing. “I don't think you guys want me to sing my song. Do you?” Alexander jumps into the conversation. Then starts singing – Three little birds from Bob Marley and the Wailers. “Just shut the fuck up, Alexander!” My and Michaels’s voice echoes through the car. “Fine, fine. I'll just sit here in silence then.” Alexander leans back and stares out the window.

One thing about Michael was that he was a huge womaniser and I could tell that he was interested in Oyinda from the way his eyes stylishly roamed her figure. "Of course I do! I find it really weird that Grant has two besties that are super famous and my favourite," Oyinda replied. "So does this mean you're a huge fan of Olivia's novels? I absolutely love her books too," Michael admitted. Michael was a huge romantic, he loved happy endings, but unfortunately never felt they were necessary for him. He claimed there were lots of women in the world who needed love and he was just trying to help them all. "Yes, I've read every single one," Oyinda replied, enthusiastically.

He kept a smile on Michael, yet he was boiling with anger at the fact that the boy knew the adult business. 'Liar' Michael yelped. His voice sounded like a bell in the spacious living room and echoed against the walls and everything that could absorb his voice. To Richard's surprise, Michael leaped out of the chair that he was sitting on, and headed with gusto towards the bookshelf that stood in a corner of the living room. There, he fished out for a couple of magazines, flipping through them until he found what he seemed to have been looking for.

Michael said, looking worried. He grabbed a new ice pack and replaced the old one with it. “I’m just getting a little bored, and I’d like to take my mind off of everything that happened today,” I admitted. “I understand,” Michael said, clearly thinking of a way to distract and entertain me. “What about reading?” I asked. “What if I read to you?” Michael responded. I nodded with a small smile. Michael left the room and returned a few minutes later with a few different books, presumably from his den lined with bookshelves.

, he asks. " Then take both.", I reply. Michael shakes his head and then stretch out two of his fingers to me. " Touch one.", he says. I smile and touch his long middle finger. " Okay Macbeth.", Michael smiles and places Hamlet back. " Did you g..get your book ?", he then asks me. " Oh..yeah..I did.", I say and go to the Novels taking a random book from there which is apparently ' To kill a mocking bird' " Oh..why you wanted this n..novel ?", Michael asks me as we go to issue our books.

The sound of Michael's voice as he sang gets a little louder, the closer he got. He peaks into the nursery and his heart felt like it could burst right out of his chest, when he saw his Alpha, sitting in the rocking chair with their baby in his arms. Michael slowly rocked Gabriel, smiling down at him while softly singing one of his little country songs. Once in awhile he catches Michael singing when he doesn't know he's listening. He finds himself wishing Michael would sing more, he loves the sound of his voice. The man actually has talent and can sing. But for some reason, he doesn't like to sing around others.

He begins to sing with the song. I smile at Milo as he continues to sing, “And the way you look tonight.” "Michael has wonderful songs.” Milo tells me. I nod, “He does have.” “Did you know that Michael’s grandfather was a plumber and he fixes something in a nightclub or somewhere else and would do it for free on one condition?” My brows creasing, “What?” “The owners would allow Michael to sing there.” I smiled at Milo, “Really? He’s really talented though.” Milo nods, “And his grandfather saw it first, and look where he is now.” He smiles, “Shall we eat?”

I'm really sorry, I just received the news and didn't have time to send you a flower basket. Sage said nonchalantly, "It's okay. You should focus on what you need to do." "How about I treat you to a meal when I get back to Haldon City in a while?" Michael asked. Sage teased, "You're now the prince of love songs with your own fan club. I'm not sure I can just have a meal with you casually. If we get caught on camera, your fans might come after me." "Ms. Joyner, don't make fun of me. Singing and acting are just jobs, after all. It's not like I don't have a private life anymore!" Michael responded, a bit flustered.

I would not waste my questions. “Smart,” he grinned at me. “I met Crishella. She was an opera singer and when I told her I was an evil angel, she laughed.” For a short second, his face became serene. “I became her muse ever since. Honestly, I could have just stayed hidden in plain sight from human civilization. But something in her performance brought me out of my hiding.” I remembered the dream I had about an opera singer who died, crushed by the chandelier at the night of her performance. That was why I saw Michael’s face.

I was too eager to see her. "She'll probably show up when it's time," Michael said leading us into the big hall, where the rest of the crowd gathered. There was no sign of Samantha. Just a swam of dark suits and dresses. The hall had small tables stationed on every corner, holding about ten books each. I picked up one book and flipped through the first page. Trigger warning. "Holy shit," my eyes widened as I read through the lists. Michael leaned in to read as well. "Who the fuck writes shit that's so dark?" Michael said. He grabbed a book of his own and read the back of it.