Michael Blackson Stand-up Comedy Novels & Stories

He leaned closer and whispered, “I have a lot of money.” “Very funny, I would believe you,” I laughed. Jokingly, I bowed down to him and chanted “All hail Adrain Blackwell! Oh, you can't be him. Adrain Blackwell, the CEO of my company, is an old man, so you would be his son. All hail Adrian Blackwell’s son,” I said with a sloppy bow. It was supposed to be a joke, but my voice cracked halfway through. He didn’t laugh. I wished I hadn’t either.

The man started to laugh and said this is just the start as I said welcome to hell saying that he puts fifty needles in his whole face. Michael can't take this anymore and he gets faint. After half and hour Michael open his eyes and saw he was lying in the ice bed and needles are still in his face Some man was standing around him and looking at him with anger. Man was sitting in the chair and said Mr Michael you got up great I was waiting for you to get up Michael was in pain and because of that he wasn't able to speak. Man looks at his man and said takes out all the needles from his face harshly and then put red chili powder in it

"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.

Jaylene assured. This was exactly what Michael was waiting to hear. He smiled and said, "Let's talk about that in the future. Making you look stunning tomorrow night is my top priority right now." Jaylene smiled, "I appreciate the effort, Mr. Caleb." Meanwhile, Stella and the gang waited for Michael to show up, but he never did. Vermont then realized that the guy had stood him up. "Damn it! It seems like that mutt has forgotten his roots! If I had known better, I wouldn't have given him a second chance," Vermont cursed.

She was sorry, but hadn't seen Blake since they had got back. Blake nodded, “Water under the bridge.” He waved his hand. Luca cleared his throat staring at Blake. “Alight!” he sighed. “I'm sorry too for what I said, I didn't mean it.” he sat down. Michael was the last to arrive, wearing his fitted black suit. He hitched his trousers and sat in the armchair. “How we all feeling?” “Not bad,” Kristen responded first, murmurs of 'same' came from Jack and Blake, Alissa bit her lip and nodded.

I was hoping he would get tired of me nagging and would give in. “I want to drive your car!” He mimicked in a high-pitched voice, and I gave him a blank stare. “I don’t sound like that.” I frowned, then sighed in defeat. Michael just grinned and switched the music on. “This is my favorite song!” Michael yelled and cranked up the volume. I looked at him in shock as he started singing to BlackPink. How was this man, a member of a Mafia, singing at the top of his lungs to freaking BlackPink? When he noticed my surprise, he dimmed the volume.

“Pfft, look blood sucker, I don’t think you recognize me, which I take as an insult, but will let it slide, this time.” This time Zin looked confused and I explained, “Michael is a pop idol, though he mostly works oversea, he took a break to help me.” The vampire nodded, “I see, then my apologies. I tend to listen to more classic and refined music, though I am sure you do very well in your area of entertainment.” “Did you just insult me, or was that actually a compliment?” My giggling turned into full out laughter, Reggie was almost in a tight hug and Cash’s life was safe. At that moment, I was grateful.

Grayson licks his lips as he says, “You look handsome, Michael. Is there a special occasion I should know about?” “You're a smart ass besides; look how good my tan looks in this shirt.” Grayson laughs. “I am still not sucking your dick, no matter how good you look.” I pout my lips, giving him puppy dog eyes, and he drops to his knees, reaching for my zipper; I shove him stepping back, laughing, “Get in the car Grayson you fucking idiot.” “There is a bright side to all of this, Michael.”

Michael continued once the older man had finished his drink and set his glass aside. Mr. Blackadder nodded his head. "Thank you, yes." He replied before taking in another deep breath, letting the air out slowly. Silence once again hung between them. "Would you like some food?" Matthew asked, gesturing to the table that held a variety of dishes including sandwiches and fruits. Mr. Blackadder smiled, "Oh no thank you, sir, I eat too often these days." He commented with a grin plastered onto his features. Michael shrugged his shoulders slightly.

A call or something. "You work for her, don't you?", I asked, stalling as I tried to come up with something, anything. Fuck, where was anybody when you needed them. "Do you know what having power feels like?", Michael said, his eyes glazed in thought. I watched him as his irises transformed from his usual brown vivid colour to black. Demon, I thought to myself. "You would know soon", he smiled and immediately three masked men in all black marched into the room. The only thing I heard was the clatter of the knife and then everything went blank.