Michael Afton Walking Novels & Stories

Just stood there, frozen, all the way through the end. Michael wrapped an arm around my waist and walked me to the doors. Behind us, Leon crumbled. Sobbing like a dog that lost everything. I never looked back. Sunlight lit up my dress. Michael's hand was steady. This time, I was walking into something real. Something mine.

Althea immediately straightened up not out of fear, but of habit. “Remember,” Michael murmured, leaning in slightly towards her. “You don’t owe anyone access to you. And, I’ll be with you as well as Helena. You won’t be alone.” She nodded. “Thank you.” Michael got out of the car and turned around to her and held out his hand and smiled when Althea placed hers on his. He supported her as she stood up and their guards immediately formed on both their sides, preventing the press from coming close to them.

Broad. Already grinning. He walks straight toward me and pulls me into a tight hug. "You okay?" "I'm good." He squeezes me once more before stepping back. Then his eyes shift toward the porch. Toward Aiden. Who's just stepped outside. Mike walks up the stairs while Aiden meets him halfway. They stop a few feet apart. Mike grins immediately. "Still going strong, I see." Aiden inclines his head slightly. "Funny. Welcome to the pack."

Every physical metric Amelia had used to calibrate her identity theft was trapped inside that heavy canvas. Michael walked up behind her, his massive frame carrying a fourth, final bag that clanked with the heavy silver fixtures he had wrenched from the master suite bathroom. His broad shoulders were slouched under the dead weight, his wrinkled black button-down shirt damp with the sweat of intense, manual labor. The controlled focus that had governed his movements since the nine o'clock court call remained intact, but his features were gray with a level of exhaustion that no corporate executive vizor could hide.

Yeah, that sounds good, tomorrow night? Michael was sat in a bar that was a 45 minute drive from his house. He had told Skyla that he was just meeting up with a friend, which wasn't really a lie. Then he saw Omar walking in. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans again. His clothes stuck to his body like paint and showed off his big, ebony, muscular arms. "Hey!" Omar called out when he walked over. "Nice to see you again." Michael went for a handshake, but Omar's arms went around his body and pulled him in for a hug. Now, Michael was a fairly well-built man, but Omar was so strong it was like a bear hug.

He wrapped his right arm around her shoulders, holding her just a little tighter as he murmured, "Don’t dwell on it. It’s all behind you now. From here on out, I’ll protect you." Adora pulled her gaze away and whispered, "I’m fine. I just feel like I suddenly see things more clearly." Michael had dozed off against the car while waiting for them, managing a two-hour nap. After staying up all night, his eyes were bloodshot. As he walked over, he apologized, "Mr. Walker, Miss Matthews, I’m truly sorry. It’s hard on you both to make another trip." Adora composed herself and gave a gentle smile. "It’s alright. You’re the one who’s really been through it."

Then the smoke glowed and then disappeared with the wind that blew. Rafael and Rail lowered their arms. They were both curious about what Michael had done. Rafael and Rail fell silent when their eyes saw the state they found in front of them. Michael, his body is black. burn. Rafael and Rail looked at each other. The two of them really couldn't hold back their laughter.

She got to the parking lot and entered her car, she pulled over and drove straight to the address she found out this morning. Getting to the Rehabilitation, she saw two men walking out, one was Gary who she knows very well and the other was...Michael? She stopped her car and watched the men, wait, Michael is walking? How...how possible? He was sitting on his wheelchair this morning! She is so sure of that because she was the one that pushed him to the car. She watched the way he walked so steadily and firmly like he has been walking all his life, not like someone who might have started walking just this morning. They got to their car and Gary opened the door for Michael who got in, he shut t

As Michael rose, his legs wobbled slightly, his hand instinctively gripping the edge of the door for support. He muttered something under his breath, his vision momentarily spinning. "Sir," the driver said, his hand darting out to steady Michael’s arm. "I'm fine," Michael said in a slow, drawn-out tone, waving the man off weakly. "I can walk on my own." The driver hesitated but nodded, stepping back with a professional bow. Michael adjusted his jacket, his steps unsteady as he made his way up the stairs and into the mansion. Inside, the familiar warmth of the house greeted him, though his movements were sluggish and uneven. His hand trailed along the walls for balance as he made his way down

Suddenly the doors were yanked open, and Michael walked in, dragging a dead beta of the Vivian Pack. “Hello friend” Michael smirked to the surprise of Jake. “Long time, no see.”