Michael Blackson Funny Bone Novels & Stories

Tim insisted, shaking his head. “And I don’t have money. If she’s not here today, I can’t pay anything. She doesn’t even know us…” “You already have,” another voice cut in. A middle-aged doctor who had just arrived stepped forward, adjusting his coat. He looked at Tim for a moment, then let out a small chuckle. “You already paid Dr. Belle,” he said simply. Tim blinked. “What…?” “With a cob of corn,” the doctor added warmly. The words landed like a shock. Tim stood completely still, eyes widening in disbelief. Slowly, he turned his head, searching the hallway, the staff, the movement around him—until his gaze finally stopped.

The hotel has kept it cold in a champagne bucket, and I shake my head at the excess. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?” Michael is sitting against the wall, knees bent, sleeves rolled up to show off thick forearms. His hair is tousled and his tie is undone and he looks as delicious as this meal. His eyes are smiling at me, even as his mouth smirks. “You like being ridiculous with me.” “I do. Heaven help me, but I do.” I pop another bite of sherbet into my mouth and my lids flutter closed. “So what dangerous activities are we going to do tomorrow?”

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

He was the one who begged me to be his fake girlfriend and barely two hours into this arrangement he is suddenly confessing things like he actually means them and somehow I am the problem. A laugh slips out of me before I can stop it because this fucking bastard, it really is a thing with the Blacks, being unbelievably dense. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Kade Black, you’ve got to—” I cut myself off when I notice him pulling his shirt off, revealing blacked out tattoos across his chest and just as I expected full sleeves inked down his right arm. His body is lean and defined in a way that becomes impossible to ignore once he is no longer fully dressed and for a second my brain comple

Coleman Manor Bunker – 00:17 Hours The glass pod hissed open with the sound of escaping steam, releasing a cocktail of medical vapors and ozone that made the air taste metallic. Michael stepped out—barefoot, clad in medical whites that seemed to glow under the harsh fluorescent lighting of the underground facility. His movements were jerky like a puppet learning its strings, each step calculated but somehow off-rhythm, as though his consciousness was still settling into its borrowed flesh.

“We’re in the same department? Here? At Blackthorn?” A small laugh escaped me. “I didn’t expect this at all.” And just like that, relief settled in. Like I had found a piece of home in a place I didn’t belong. We stood there for a moment, smiling like nothing had changed, like we were still those kids who used to talk about everything and nothing. Safe. Elias made me feel safe. Then someone walked past. “Elias Thorne, can you help me with this problem?” I froze. Thorne. He didn’t hesitate. “Sure, give me a second.” My stomach dropped. I stared at him. “Wait… Damon Thorne is your brother?”

I searched my phone for Jason's number. "Hey, Jason," I said after hearing his voice from the other end. "About the bones on Bella's grave," Jason started to say. "You have to get your ass here," Jason said, his voice urgent. "Something is going on with Michael, and the more I think of it, he has a point. Get here, we have work to do." I smiled, getting up on my feet immediately. I knew Michael not only made fake promises, but he also compensated me for any stress and effort I had taken.

Seeing my own reflection in them, felt like looking at the scene of my own death… “I have great plans for you!” He let go of me and I quickly stepped back. I lost my footing and fell backward. A low chuckle made me look up. His smile had the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. My body was shaking in fear and my heart felt like a sledgehammer against my ribs. Satisfied with his work, he grinned. And with that, he left, leaving Dylan's dead body to be dragged away by his henchmen. “Is it just me,” Michael suddenly said, pulling my attention to him. “Or do you also get the vibe that he’s not talking about dinner reservations?”

"No. No problems there. My Jon is a sex addict. As soon as we are alone anywhere it's either his tongue or cock filling my hole." Michael started cackling and Dani's eyes darted over to the rose bushes, she began to stand up, gripping the flashlight tighter. Shit! This wasn't good, so I did the next best thing. I began to cough, EXCESSIVELY. I hacked away, my coughs drowning out the sound of Michael's chuckles. "Gosh, Dee are you alright?" Dani asked concerned, patting my back and trying to help with my coughs. The gigantic brute stopped his cackling as soon as he heard Dani's palm slapping my back.

The blast was so strong that it caused another cave-in, sealing the entrance to the mine with tons of rock and debris. “You’re right, now it’s over.” Michael dusted off his leather pants as best he could and shook his wings to free the little granules that had fallen in between the feathers. Emma heard a stifled giggle escape from Hannah. “What’s so funny?” “You!” Hannah giggled, pointing to Michael. “You look like a goose doing that!” She laughed even louder.