Michael Blackson Stand Up Novels & Stories

"And when this is over, we're going to talk about what that means." "When this is over," he agreed. The auditorium fell silent as I walked onto the stage. Two hundred faces looked up at me with expressions ranging from sympathy to curiosity to barely concealed anticipation of watching me fail. At the back of the room, I spotted Marcus Blackstone himself. He was standing against the wall, his arms crossed and his cold blue eyes fixed on me with the intensity of a predator watching wounded prey. He was here to witness my surrender in person. Instead, he was about to watch his empire crumble.

"It´s up to you, Charlotte. No-one is going to make you. But the better they can see what they are buying, the better your chances." "... C´mon. Let´s see the rest..." When I return, ten minutes later, Michael is sitting, staring at a blank screen, looking upset. I sit down, next to him. He breathes in, deeply. "What was going through your head when you did that? When you stood, naked on that podium, and they bid for you?"

But still, they looked void, not peaceful, not angry, no emotions at all as they stood at their various spots. Two of the men in black were still holding Michael who had a disgusting smirk on his face while the remaining two stood behind the last man, holding black stuffed objects. The last man seems angry as she was yelling before he got close, he removed his watch, rings, and necklaces. One of the remaining two quickly collected them from him and pass him white clothe. In which he used to wrap around his knuckles. He grabbed Michael by the neck and began to punch him, yelling and cursing. He kept punching Michael who had refused to fight back, his face looked really messed up but his signa

Zion frowned. "What have you done? I feel disgusted to even talk about it." Mr. Black rubbed his face before speaking, "You tried to rap a girl. I feel so ashamed. How can you forget with your IQ of 150+ that you have a wife? How can you be so low?" With that the colours on his face faded. That bitch made a complaint against him. She hasn't learnt her lesson yet. "Mom, give me Hannah's phone number." They heard him saying.

, She barked. Michael stood up, " Are you even listening to yourself?. If you claim you were scammed why isn't there any report to confirm, Victoria. You're the real conniving bitch here", He bellowed.

Christian and Michael glared at each other but slowly backed down, breathing heavily as they slumped back into their seats. “You’re both adults,” Mr. Blackwood voiced, looking between them with thinly veiled disgust. “Yet you can’t even sit through a dinner without trying to tear each other down.” He shook his head slowly, the disappointment clear on his face. “Maybe that’s my fault, maybe I failed somewhere along the way. But mark my words—” he paused, his voice dropping coldly, “—this will be the last time either of you act like animals under my roof.”

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.

“Don’t bother standing up, Daniel. You no longer have a title that requires anyone to respect your presence.” Michael Blackwood’s voice was like a heavy iron gate slamming shut in a tomb. He stood on the other side of the glass in the high-security visiting wing, his posture as rigid as a marble statue. He hadn’t brought a lawyer. He hadn’t brought a “fixer.” He had only brought a single, leather-bound folder and a pen that cost more than the average man’s annual salary.

Mills laughed out mockingly. "Is there anyone else here who wants to have a taste of what I just offered Daniel? You all are supporters of Kayla, you shouldn't be reluctant to attack her enemy." Michael said in sarcasm to the rest of the guys who were now shuddering in trepidation. Their eyes were filled with terror, before anyone could answer him, Daniel stood up again, kicking Michael from the back. Michael fell faced down but quickly went back to his feet. Mills winced angrily, he was angry that Daniel was able to give Michael a point, he was mad and I understood I was the one holding him back. I really wanted all of them to be punished, I shouldn't be an obstruction.

“and we'll only take out one of yours.” It happened all at once. Once second, Michael was taunting whoever was in the van, and then his look of defiance was replaced with one of shock. His body slumped to the ground, a look of stunned panic on his face, a steel bolt piercing his chest. They must have had someone hiding in the trees with a crossbow, watching the proceedings. I wondered if the man in black was like our Maddie, young and out on some sort of rite of passage. That would explain his mix of lore and lack of actual field time. The others just wanted to see what he could do against us.