Michael Afton Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Only then did Florence release me and immediately answer the call. I clutched my neck and coughed violently, a deep chill settling in my heart. Yet Florence focused solely on Michael’s call and did not spare me a glance. When it came to Michael, she refused to let him wait even a second. On the other end of the line, Michael’s voice sounded bright and full of energy. “I’m back in the country, Florence. We should meet.” The air changed instantly, and everyone suddenly became animated. Soon, they all left the private room, leaving only Timothy behind, standing over me with arrogant disdain.

"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 closed my eyes. "Now I'll shed yours, sweetheart", he scoffed and caressed my cheek with his thumb. Suddenly a ray of moonlight fell on his face. His evil laughing face came in front of my eyes. "W-Who a-are y-yo-you?", I forced myself to speak. "Ashton kitten, Ashton Finn. Michael's elder brother and the leader of Red Eagle", he answered sincerely. 'Is he bipolar?' A shuddering breath escaped my lips when I felt him caressing the side of my left bosom from the fabric of my dress.

To that, Michael is counting down the number of days to her. In the middle afternoon, Alfred calls over the phone to his friend. Now, he lets the cat out of the bag to his chill the wind to his finest friend. To that, he is getting off the hook to his friend. He knocks on the wood to help him. But he is far away from him. To that, Alfred tells him; he will go to his apartment in the evening. To that, Already is freaking out to his presence.

I hold him to me, my heart melts as I watch Bones silently walk away, letting us have our privacy. “I love you, hubby.” I croon into his shoulders, feeling his grip tighten. A silent echo of his own feelings toward me. The stars above watch us while I bask in the moment of shared bliss, while consciously hoping Liam will return to his father. Will he ever forgive Michael? Or will he live with hatred forever? TBC.

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

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

Once they are done, Antonia heads to find her brother with her friend in toe. I was cleaning up the island and putting items away when a loud growl shook the windows, it was Michael's growl, something's very wrong. I head out of the kitchen to fine Rose holding Antonia and a her friend cowering behind her. Ensuring the girls were safe, Rose commanded me to find Michael and ensure he was alright. I find Michael still in the garden, sitting on the cement bench, his hands pulling out his own hair. I grab his hands, kneeling in front of him, tears streaming down his rugged face, my heart clenched in my chest. "Michael, what's happening, tell me?"

"Of course, Michael. We should catch up sometime, yeah?" "He's married," Ashley replied. "Oh, you're the wife. That's great. I'm Ashton." Ashton smirked as she extended her hand for a handshake. Ashley didn't reciprocate the handshake. Ashton smiled and dropped her hand. "Alright, Michael, see you another time." And she left. Michael sighed and ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. Truth be told, he was still very much affected by Ashton, and seeing her again brought back feelings he thought he was over with.

Aria Ashford My heart had not stopped pounding violently for two hours. Since the moment Michael saw what happened between Marcus and me. The kiss. Fuck... that damned kiss. My eyes closed for a second while my fingers pressed tightly together in my lap, trying to control the faint trembling running through my body, but it was impossible. Michael definitely told him. No... it was impossible that he didn’t tell him. Now here I was, returning home... to that huge mansion that had become my official prison, preparing myself for what Damian Hawthorne might do to me when he saw me.