Michael Afton Fanfic Novels & Stories

Justin said, biting into his toast. “At least she’s gone, and I won’t have to see her in this house again,” Olivia muttered. “You never know. She could be different. She stayed for two days,” Justin said, the mischief dancing in his eyes as he poked at his sister. “We both know Michael will never have sex with the same woman twice. That’s his rule, remember?” Olivia retorted. “Rule?” That sounded familiar. “Yeah, Mom. He takes them to heaven and brings them right back down to hell,” Justin said, drinking his coffee. “I don’t know what he does to these women, but they always come back for more. And by then, he’s already through with them.”

"We were supposed to get married before we got dropped into this garbage story. You're just a character, Kai Feng. I'm her actual fiancé." The friction was absolutely insane. I was caught in the middle of a literal war between my past life and my current reality, and my body was completely giving up. I arched my back against the wooden divider, my fingers digging into Kai Feng’s bare shoulders, leaving long red scratches through the soot on his skin. Every time he pushed inside, Michael’s hand was there to drive me further over the edge, the combination turning my lower belly into a screaming knot of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

As we three enter the cafeteria I noticed it's already full so we decided to take the table at the side which more secluded and far from attention. As we began to eat we noticed all girls snapped their heads on the entrance door. I saw few boys walked in like they are kind of celebrity. They all got of I may say, good looks and we'll buid bodies. I noticed how Laura blushed while glancing at them . "Do you know them?" Lila asked her. Maybe she noticed her too. "Oh that's the school football team. They are all popular but that guy whose stand out the most. That's Damien he's the most popular guy in school and came from rich family too!" She said as she look at him like his a piece of candy.

In fact, Michael has never felt in love with any girl in heaven. "I don't have the courage, I--" "Are you afraid of being rejected?" Michael cut off Rail quickly. Rail shook his head. "Then what, Rail?" Rafael began to follow along impatiently waiting for Rail's answer. "As you said, Ardina will soon leave me with reincarnation. I'm afraid that after I truly love her, we will separate and will never meet again. How can I say my feeling if we will part with Ardina's reincarnation process." Pletaak. Rafael was really irritated by Rail's way of thinking who was acting stupid and innocent like an innocent country girl.

"He's expecting us. Hit the gas." I did as he asked. Michael must be furious by now and I don't want to imagine how outraged he is. What's happening to Aiden is like history repeating itself. Is it on his blood to meet a stealer? It seems so. I hope my father knows how to detect a true mate out of a stealer. At least a way. Because I'm not convinced one bit that Ash is one of the bad kind. We reached Michael's house and Aiden quickly moved out of the car. I watched his moves and I can't help but think that his eagerness to know a way out of this mess is his way of hoping Ash is his fated one.

I needed Michael. “Haven’t you heard what I did to the future luna of Blue Crescent?” Michael asked with yet another sneer, bringing his face closer to mine. “How I abused and tormented her for years? How I had even planned on turning her so I could hurt her even more? Oh, even better; how about when my father wanted me to rape her, so her mate would always know that I had her first?” My throat tightened. I knew all of that, of course, but God, hearing him just say it like that, made it sound so much worse. Not trusting my voice this time, I nodded in reply.

Olivia's Pov I finally paid Michael a surprise visit. We grew up together and went to the same school together. Back then, he was nice and jovial. But after his mum's death, he became cold. I've Loved him ever since we were kids and my love for him has grown. But he sees me only as a friend. That doesn't mean I will give up on him. I must have him all to myself at all costs. Yes I am selfish as long as it's Michael. I finished taking my shower and I wore my panties. I had no bra on, so I wore my nightie which was showing my nipples. Then I left for Michael's room. I entered his room and he was wearing a singlet which displayed his abs. I lick my lips lustfully and hugged him from behind. Mic

Seraphina won't even believe me if I said that because I am sure she and her friends had seen us kissing. Seraphina heaves with anger and before I can try to explain to her, her friend on the left speaks up. “Wow! Your own sister is making out in public with your fiance, Sera? I'm in shock.” “Ex-fiance.” Michael corrects, sharp and bold. Somehow his confidence reduces my nervousness and doubts. I can see that there's absolutely no feelings for my sister left in him. He's completely forgotten about her. “That's not true!” Seraphina screams in the middle of the theater Hall.

"However, he felt that he had completed his atonement when Aria, who resembled Valentina, pushed the dagger into his chest." He felt that he had already repaid what he had owed to Valentina. He wished to end his life to follow Valentina. He had thought of meeting her again in the afterlife and reincarnate together with her. How he wished he could continue their love in the next life. "Consequently, Michael was having a death wish." "Mango felt uneasy looking at Michael from the glass window, who looked as if he had merely fallen asleep." Michael was being affectionate and so was Nathaniel.

It’s clapping like a goddamn seagull. He shouldn’t say things like that. I’m emotionally unstable and easily seduced. This is dangerous. “Yeah,” I breathed, still floating in whatever trance he put me in. “How sweet!” Thalia beamed, hands clasped like she just stepped out of a Disney scene. “You two look like a fairytale. Michael, if your father could see you this in love, I'm so certain he’d throw a parade.” “Bet he would,” Michael muttered, tone going from falsely sweet to genuinely bitter. “But I doubt it. He’s probably busy tending bussiness with Priam in the Middle East.”