Michael Blackson Funny Bone Novels & Stories

Mike got discharged from the hospital the next week and when I told him about how Kazeem messed up the 666 boys for us, he laughed so hard his mother busted into his room to check what was wrong. "You know your ribs aren't fully healed yet, you shouldn't be laughing so hard, Michael!" She complained. "Okay, mama, I've heard you, " he stopped laughing. "Nothing is stopping your ass from winning that quiz competition now, " he whispered so that his mother wouldn't hear him. "I might just decide not to compete, " I responded. "If you made me take all that ass-whooping for nothing, I'll kill you, bro, " he exclaimed, covering his mouth with his hands when he realized how loud he was.

- Don't get hysterical. I spoke in a calm voice. But before I had time to finish, it became hot in the room, Michael appeared from the fiery portal. The same quick glance from me to Fox. I think I heard bones crack as Mikhail clenched his fists. Looks at me again. The jawbones on the cheekbones were trembling. The sinuses of the nose swell. Lips are closed in one line. He's mad? For what? Okay, I expected such a reaction from Maroon. The snow demon, at least somehow manifested itself to me. But I did not expect from Michael. Honestly... I didn't expect... We've already figured it out, the black wolf was just fulfilling his promise to his alpha...

I said to him. " Then we definitely need to talk to him. " Jack said and knocked on the door. We were in some shady part of town. The door opened and Michael showed up with a cigarette in his mouth. His eyes went wide when he saw us the door and before he could even utter a single word, his face was on my fists, Jack's fist went on his stomach, he leaned over only to be met with another one. We went inside and closed the door behind us. " Mr Black... What's happening?" He asked me as he groaned in pain. Jack pulled him up from the ground. I punched him again.

Grace felt a tingling sensation in her stomach that erupted into a burst of tingling sensations that made her smile uncontrollably. “I... Miss you too”. Grace Managed to say turning her face slightly to avoid the gaze of Vincent whose eyes where on her but his face still expressionless. Mr Black Chuckled through the phone, causing Grace to laugh too, however Grace’s laugh soon turned sour as Mr Black’s laugh dimmed leaving a thick. Silence through the phone. For some reason The tingling sensation in her stomach had subsided and she was left with a fear that was too gentle to show but not too small to hide.

****** The 2nd Sky sat within his cabin with an annoyed expression on his face. “That d*mned Blackstone,” he swore as his eyes flashed in annoyance. Pulling off his gloves, the 2nd Sky grimaced at the broken state of his hands. His several of his fingers were broken, and his left arm was completely fractured. Blackstone’s hammer had inflicted a lot of damage. Thankfully, none of the wounds were to his organs.

It sounded a little like a cry for he-eeeeellllppp. The Beast sprung, a hound on a bone, and bit down on Michael’s Achilles tendon. A snapping pop of flesh as teeth tore through skin, shooting salty-sweet blood into his attacker’s mouth. A white-hot flame of heat coursed through Michael’s system, and whilst he didn’t feel pain in the traditional sense, a jet of vomit erupted from him. Bitter and bright green. Michael’s other foot, tangled in wire, smashed the top of The Beast’s head, and he used its scalp like a ladder rung to heave up those crucial few inches. To what he wanted. To what he needed. His hand landed on the rock.

Smiling he says, "You must be Zoey, we've heard a lot about you, do you have anything you're bringing with you?" I shake my head no. He offers his hand "I'm Michael, Alpha of the Black Forrest Pack." I shake his hand and say hi. Blakes Brother is next and offers his hand, introduceing himself. He must get his looks from his mother. He looks nothing like Blake, Red hair with blue eyes. About the same hight and build but thats it. Nothing more in common. They open the back door and tell me to get in, that Blake would be here shortly.

I called after him, my plea falling on deaf ears. Sighing in frustration, I spun around, intent on checking on Mr. Blackwood. But the sight that greeted me made me let out a startled scream. There, battered and bruised, stood Michael, his eyes shot with a manic red hue. He stumbled towards me, muttering something incoherent, and before I could react, he collapsed, his entire weight crashing down on me, sending us both tumbling to the floor. I found myself pinned to the ground, struggling to push his unconscious body off of me.

In fact, Michael had said the exact same thing once but she could not lay her finger on when he did so. “Are you planning to call me President Larson forever, Christina?” “Then? Would you prefer me to call you my sister-in-law?” Christina retorted. If ruining someone’s mood was a skill, then Christina had managed to ace that because Michael’s face instantly fell. He then grabbed a small chunk of fish and stuffed it violently into his mouth. As a result of his foolishness, a fishbone got stuck in the middle of his throat. Michael tried everything he could but failed terribly as the bone remained in the same spot. Eventually, Christina had to step in and told him to pay the doctor a visit. Aft