Michael Afton Walking Novels & Stories

"But we aren't as powerful as him, yet Amy. Please don't come down." "I will." Amy hung the call up and stepped down. This time, Michael was tired of receiving congratulatory messages and was about entering his car but his eyes suddenly sighted a familiar and beautiful female figure walking out of the receptionist door.

I hear him open his door and is tailing after me. “I'm not getting into the car with you driving because I want to live.” I say with my mouth trembling. The night is very breezy and cold and I wrap my arms around myself for some warmth as I look around for a passing taxi. I have only taken a few walks when Michael catches up with me and pulls my arm to face him. “And where do you think you're going, you stubborn woman?! Don't you feel scared walking so casually this late at night, aren't you scared?” He looks at me with raised brows.

Abbie chuckled. "I will use my actions to prove it to you! Abbie, do you need me to buy you some digestive pills?" "It's alright. Let me lie down while you clean up. Then we'll go to the garden for a walk. I'll go home after I digest the food." Michael smiled and went to the dining room to clean up. After he was done, he brought Abbie to the garden, and the both of them walked around for about an hour. The sky was turning dark.

“Don’t walk away from me, Sophia.” My heart clenches. I did I walked away. Because I had no other choice. The air outside is cold, cruelly cold but not nearly as cruel as what I just witnessed. I don’t know how I make it down the steps, how I push past the ache gripping my chest, how I keep breathing when it feels like my entire world just collapsed. Michael. With Cindy. The image is burned into my mind like a wound that refuses to close. My legs tremble as I step onto the pavement, my heels clicking against the ground as I force myself forward. Just go, Sophia. Just leave. Don’t look back.

"What is it now? Why did you blindfold me." "Be patient... And keep your feet steady to the earth. Don't slip, walk gently and come inside." Miles instructed me and I could visualise him, giving some signals to Michael. I walked just as gently as if I was walking on the most fragile object that could shatter if I exert so much force on it.

"I don't know the names of your streets. I wouldn't know how to walk on your roads. But I know you were in my kitchen, and I know I held you in the mud. That’s enough for me." "Elina! The grid is dropping!" Michael yelled from the edge of the yellow circle. He wasn't reaching for me anymore; his hands were out to balance himself as the stone slab beneath his feet tilted another three inches into the gray soup below. His eyes were wide, looking between the countdown numbers on Leo's phone and the way my fingers were still lingering on Kai Feng’s arm.

It’s a perfect area, secluded and private. We take off our shoes, and together we walk out to the beach. I stand at the edge of the water as Michael walks in up to his knees. I hear him murmuring, probably saying his last goodbye to Libby or possibly apologizing for getting a second chance mate so soon after her death. When he’s done, he opens the urn and turns it sideways. It’s a windy day and the ashes begin blowing out into the water.

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.

It was freaking gorgeous. My breath got caught in my throat when I felt someone extremely close behind me. Almost brushing against my ass. I straightened up and almost let out a yelp when I saw how close Damiano was to me. “Let’s go, Althaia.” Michael walked towards me, but Damiano sent him one sharp look. That was enough for Michael to halt in his steps as he glared at him, looking pissed. “Do you want to drive it?” I whipped my head to Damiano.

"Are you sure you're coming with me? He's fucking mine." "All yours." He said as he sat in the passenger seat. "I just want to make sure you don't lose yourself in the process. Janna is alive and so is the pup. I don't want blood on your hands, Aaron. Especially human blood." I didn't answer him as I maneuvered the car out of the parking lot. ***** We've been waiting outside Michael's apartment for almost an hour now. It would be four in the morning soon. The fucker wasn't home yet since his car was nowhere in the area.