Michael A Singer: Books Novels & Stories

She signaled for him to come closer. "Did something good happen today? You’re late, so I’m guessing there’s a reason," Marianne asked, her tone playful yet curious. Michael nodded enthusiastically before turning to greet Vincent, who responded with a nod. "You know how I’ve always wanted to become a superstar in the music field, right?" Michael began, his excitement barely contained. Marianne nodded, waiting for him to continue. "Well," Michael continued with a sigh, "My coach said I sounded like a sheep with a cracked voice during practice on Saturday." His words made Vincent chuckle, though he quickly stifled his laughter when Marianne shot him a look.

Since he didn't dare bother the two in front, he turned his attention to Michael. "What are you doing?" he leaned over to look at Michael's phone. Michael quickly turned off the screen and hid it. "Why hide it? I saw-you're writing a novel, right?" Hearing that, Scarlett glanced back through the rearview mirror. Michael lowered his head quietly. "No need to hide. I saw it. Didn't expect you to write novels. What kind? I can help you check it. I've been a bookworm for over ten years-read tons of novels. Especially works by SILENT-every single one, multiple times. If you want to improve, read his stuff. Absolute masterpieces!"

His eyes were half closed and his hair was sticking out in all directions . I stifle my laughter at his cute appearance . " Time for what ? " # "Are you kidding me? This is the fifth book you guys have opened. Are you planning on boring me to death. It's working. Good idea." Michael said whining with his hand on Alec's shoulder in exasperation . Alec quickly brushed it off . I rolled my eyes. Typical wolves. I think my eyes are starting to hurt from all the rolling. "Who's hungry?" Michael asked grinning.

“That makes no sense at all. Are you sure? Wouldn’t it be a nonfiction tell-all book if she wrote one? “I don’t know what she would have written or if she wrote anything. I’ll try to gather some information.” “Get back to me quickly.” Michael disconnected the call and settled back into the car. Finally, he did what he should have done a long time ago. He looked up the author A.K. Crusader. He knew the man’s books only by their titles. Now he was curious. What Michael found only confused him more. A.K. Crusader wrote romance novels. A genre that was mostly written by women.

She looks up, raising her book, displaying the cover. A Song of Ice and Fire... ... Volume Two... That should keep you reading awhile... "Good story?" "Great," she says, "so long as you don't get too attached to any of the characters." Michael frowns, shaking his head slightly. "Charlotte," he says, reaching into his pocket, "I have something for you." "Oh?" She smiles brightly, expectantly; laying her book on her lap. "What's that then?"

Michael's voice was low and sexy. I quickly snatched my hand back, trying to appear nonchalant. "Oh, nothing. Just... admiring your book collection." I attempted to sound casual, but my heart was racing. I knew I had been caught red-handed, and I didn't want Michael to know I was snooping through his personal belongings. Michael's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he took in my nervous demeanour. "You're not a very good liar, Sonia," he said. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I tried to hide the journal behind my back. "I'm not lying," I protested, but my voice came out very weak.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Logan cleared his throat. Angel looked at him. He looked back. “Are you guys gonna sing or what? I want cake.” Michael hopped up and down in his chair. Logan cleared his throat again and spun so fast to look at Michael that Angel thought the man might fall out of his chair. He tapped the rim of Michael’s cap. “Ah, sure we are, sport.” He started the song then and Angel quickly caught up. Beneath her melody, he had a very nice voice. Tenor. On key. It could be a bit stronger, but that wouldn’t take much work.

Looking around he didn't spot Michael and started to make his way towards the smell of his scent and found him in the section of ancient tribal folklore section. Michael was sitting on the study table near the huge window with a cup full of tea which has turned cold. Standing a bit far Leonidas noticed as Michael flipped through the thick pages of the old book before closing it and pulling the other from the bundle of the books beside him. " What are you looking for?" Echoed Leonidas's voice through the library as he made his way towards Michael and sat in front of him. " Your Highness" greeted Michael looking at Leonidas who sat in front of him as he pulled the book that Michael just closed

“Please please we are friends, call me Michael. And yes I can relate to what you’re saying about the Library.. It seems we share a common interest. But enough about me, why are you alone in the library today?" “Grace was busy today so I had to find away to entertain myself. And books are one of my favorite things in the world.” “Woah, so is this what you call fate?... Books are one of my favorite hobbies too and we just happened to come here at the same exact time..... I think it’s a sign from the Godess.” Michael said with a crooked grin. “Really?” Curiosity sparked in Sera's eyes as she glanced down at the books he held. "What are you reading today Michael? Maybe you could recommend someth

But I hummed what I knew from the streets—songs sung by the broken, melodies stitched together with pain and resilience. Michael's eyes closed first. But he didn't sleep. He was too much like me—always listening. Always pretending to sleep. Mex, nonetheless, clung to peace like a boy should. He nestled in closer and sighed, "You smell of smoke." "Because I am smoke," I whispered back, kissing his hair. "But I'll save you from fire." "You always do."