Michael Afton Fanfic Novels & Stories

I told Micheal to stop looking for it, but obviously he still is. “Astrid, you can’t deny it. 10 times is a lot of times, especially to have the exact same vision.” He stood up from the bed, eyeing me with his dark blue eyes. “Astrid you can deny it all you like, but it seems our future is written in stone.” He was now towering over me at an alarming close range. “Micheal, please stop. Lucas and I are happy.” I sighed. I felt bad for Micheal, carrying this unrequited love for centuries now. Since we met in fact.

Michael stood motionless, everything happening was just as surprising to him as it was to me. Seeing that he did not move an inch, Athena rose from the bed, covering the distance between them in seconds. With the knife in one hand, pointing towards him, she unbuttoned his shirt with the other hand, rubbing her hand tentatively across his chest, moaning as she did. All the while, Michael monitored her, watching the movement of the knife and her face, plotting his next move. When she was done with unbuttoning his shirt, she tried to pull him towards the bed, but he was defiant. He held out, resisted.

Don’t wait up. [Get some rest, and don’t leave the door unlocked for me.] I didn’t reply. She had typed those words out of habit, not out of genuine concern for me. Seven hours had already passed since I sent the breakup message. The mystery of what she was doing became obvious the moment I looked through Instagram. Two hours earlier, Michael had posted a photo. The caption read: [My forever.] In the photo, two hands were tightly intertwined. In the background, the rumpled sheets of a hotel bed were faintly visible.

he said as Autumn nodded excitedly before leaving. As Autumn left, Michael felt an intense stare at the back of his head as he watched Autumn walk towards Rose, who got out of the car. He turned around to meet the death glare of Amber, who crossed her arms over her chest, "So you're the person that's distracting my chef," she said in a cold tone as Michael smirk before shoving his hands in his pockets, "How am I distracting Autumn, Chef Amber?" He asked as Amber took a step towards him, "Your crapping gifts aren't needed Micheal, she needs to focus on her job and not a womanizer like you," she said as Michael laughed making her furrow.

He cleared his throat so my gaze returned to him and he gave me a once-over before running and disappearing into the woods. I sat to my knees and put my hands together, feeling the cold breeze brush my cheeks and hearing the faint but strong howl of Aether after. And just like that, I was alone again. I tried to write my thoughts away with my pointing finger on the ground: the only thing Michael wants was for me to meet my biological father, he said something was fishy going on, what if he knew something and he purposely went silent the moment he was about to tell me? What if he was killed? But Tyler gave me a plausible explanation for Michael’s death, he doesn’t look like he was lying and B

As for Michael, his behavior has changed in the past few days, things always end up looking awkward between us when we are together. I am afraid that he has developed feelings for me but he is too scared to say it to avoid ruining our friendship. I can only say that I like him but love? Not too sure about that. The only man I have ever loved is Alpha Logan Stewart and I guess it was due to the mate pull. That was not one of the best decisions I've made in my life. "Mum! I am hungry," Aidan screamed from the dining-room. Silly me! I went to the kitchen to get some food and here I ended up thinking about my messed up life.

Perhaps I'll change once I turn into a vampire , but for now . For now I like this feeling and I want to embrace it despite the things that he has done . After all , he did say he would bring Aeron back . And then .. everything would be fine wouldn't it ? Am I being too selfish ? " Are we still playing the game ? " Michael smirked . " He just fell asleep " I shushed him . It's only for a bit . Maybe I'll have a small nap as well , this position isn't that uncomfortable as I thought it would be .

"That’s why I love you, Kira. Always so damn unpredictable." I rolled my eyes, lowering the dagger and giving him a light shove. "Save the sweet talk, Ashton. We have a war to win." "Of course," he said, his voice full of mischief. "But you know I thrive in chaos." I wiped the small smear of blood from his neck with my thumb, smirking as I pressed it against his lips. "Then let’s go create some." --- The drive to Michael’s fortress was quiet, but the energy in the car crackled with anticipation. Jonas and the rest of our team followed behind us in separate vehicles, the tension thick in the air.

I just hope that it lasts until we find a solution. As the evening progresses, I become more comfortable with Rafael. He’s a Little broody, but in a sweet way that tells me, he’s coming out of his shell. Michael seems more preoccupied, which I think might have more to do with his worry for his mate. Lucifer is, well, he’s Lucifer. Unlike the others, he’s slumped on a chair, turning pages without a care as he caresses his other across my shoulder. My body heats as I take in his sinewy frame carelessly strewn across the cushioned chair.

She couldn't dare to say a word talk more of what was happening. Michael's body was shook with rage. Consuming rage and Alicia kept a distance. Of all things to experience, it was that filthy bitch's attempt to touch and romance him with words, as what? A boy toy? Wasn’t Aiden enough? It angered, hurt and broke him as he remembered names and things he had kept in the dark. Now, they were resurfacing in life, for real. It was a good thing the driver was still there waiting as Michael didn’t feel like driving himself. He had gotten right into the passenger's seat, slamming the door angrily and she, Alicia, had gone to the backseat, grateful his heat wasn't something she would share throughout