Michael Blackson Stand-up Comedy Novels & Stories

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he extended his hand toward me. I scoffed, my eyes narrowing. "It's none of your business," I retorted, my gaze burning into him. "Just leave me alone." "I'm Michael Blackwood," he said, unbothered by my cold demeanor. "We met earlier today, in my car, with my brother." He leaned closer, his voice lowering to a seductive buzz. "And I'd love the chance to get to know you better, come have a dance with me." I felt a shiver run down my spine, torn between the desire to give in to his charm and the need to push him away. This was the last thing I needed right now—an unwanted suitor, a distraction from the pain that consumed my very being.

“With any person who makes you forget how visible you are.” The call ends before he can answer. For several seconds, Adrian stands still with the phone in his hand. The apartment feels colder than before. By ten-oh-one, Michael Blackwell is in Adrian’s office, and the article is printed on the desk between them as if paper can make the damage more respectable. Michael does not sit. That is his first move. He stands in front of Adrian’s desk in a charcoal suit, his expression controlled with a precision Adrian recognizes because he learned it from him. Michael’s anger rarely arrives loudly. It arrives polished, sharp, and ready to cut without leaving visible marks.

“You’re not investors. You’re opportunists. And I have no room for you here.” Bronson cleared his throat. His voice was oily, trying to sound reasonable. “Now, Stacy, let’s not be hasty. Business is business. If a compelling offer was made, it’s only natural to consider it. It’s not personal.” “It’s all personal,” Michael said. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to. Every head turned to him. He placed his hands flat on the table, pushing himself to his feet. He was so tall, so broad in the dark suit, he seemed to block out the light from the window.

“I am Michaela Blackwood, the sister of Ethan Blackwood!” Ethan raised his head, a scoff leaving his lips. “And this is the better option?” “This?” Michaela who acted all sophisticated exclaimed. “I am the one with the countless scandals while she is the better one right?” Ethan soon burst into a peal of hysterical laughter. “Nice hair sister! Just the perfect haircut for jail.”

DIANE POV Surprisingly, Michael was sweet, he didn't mind talking to me and had told a guy to wait. He also gave his honest review on some of the food he tasted. "Gosh, I'm getting full already," I complained as he laughed. "No, you must finish what you started, especially when you drag me to this," he muttered. And instantly the whole crowd's eyes were on us. Everyone was curious as to why Michael was laughing as it was his first time laughing in public.

she replied "Okay, I'll go take a shower now, am so tired thanks to a certain devil" "Devil?" Lucy asked "It's nothing" I said as I walked to the bathroom 🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅 🎙️ Michael's POV 🎙️ I slowly stood up from the bed as my head ached badly I knew this was going to happen, I always blackout whenever I drink But it's strange, I feel like there's something am forgetting

Gavin said “ I don’t like him either,,I don’t think I can ever talk to him,,,such a devil ” Sharon hissed “ Who are you guys talking about?? ” Florence asked and they all burst into laughter including Michael “ Ouch ” Michael groaned touching his belly and they all stopped and faced him “ Are you okay?? ” They all asked at the same time “ I guess I shouldn’t laugh ” he said “ It’s more serious than I thought ” Florence said “ It’s not serious,, stop scaring me ” Lisa said and they laughed

Noah flinched, “Well, let’s look at the bright side… at least he didn’t vaporize himself.” Blackie snorted, “…he can’t vaporize himself any more than you can soothe yourself.” “Oh. Well… at least he didn’t vaporize the water he’d already drunk?” “Yeah, good thing that one finely steamed stomach wasn’t on the menu…” “…Blackie …I realize that black humor fits in well with your name… and personality… but there is such a thing as being too black!” QAQ (≖_≖) “Is that a veiled insult where you tell me that I shouldn’t be myself, Black?”