Michael Blackson Stand Up Novels & Stories

An arrogant rich asshole. " I'm not an easy lay, Mr. Black, and I'm sure as hell not willing to give you a chance to let you fuck me. You should check the next door." I say and take a step back as I turn around to leave.

“Someone please go get a doctor to treat my hands before it’s too late! Mr. Black’s surgery is tomorrow, and it’s extremely dangerous. I’m the only one who can do it! Someone, anyone, please get an emergency doctor for me!” My face was drenched in blood. My features were no longer recognizable. Everyone who walked past me flinched back in fear. Not a person went to get help. Elaine looked at my battered, pitiful state and sighed. “Michael, why are you still lying? What is real will remain real, and what is fake will always be fake. Whether you admit it or not, we are taking you to Dr. Messner. Let him expose you himself.” Karl grabbed me and dragged me toward the offices. He was clearly enjo

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.

Blackwood was staying. Seven Kings. Michael and I hurried in; we had no desire to see his other side. “Good day, sir,” I greeted. He wasn’t in his usual tailored suit. Instead, he wore a simple black T-shirt that clung to his frame, paired with dark pants. Casual, but commanding. I hated to admit he looked good in anything. “Where’s Michael?” he asked, not looking at me. “He’s downstairs, sir.” His eyes swept over me from head to toe before finally landing on the folder in my hands.

You're just trying to climb higher. He stroked my wrist. "Don't worry, I'll show you a good time. If you please me, I'll let you be my 88th woman." He started groping me, ripping at my clothes. I screamed for help, but it only drew more catcalls. "Mr. Vinci is really going all out. Is he planning to deal with her right here?" "Don't kill her yet. Save her for me. She's got a decent figure." Their leering eyes locked on me.

Nicole was the mother of my children, and I wouldn’t let her be disrespected like this. “Jack.” “Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention, please.” Our heads snapped to the stage, where Mr. Blackwood was standing. The crowd fell silent as they all focused on him. I mean, who wouldn’t? He was Theodore Blackwood. He held a drink in his hand and wore a proud smile on his face. “I would like to welcome everyone here tonight. Thank you for taking the time to attend, even on such short notice.” Some chuckled at his words while others remained silent.

I cannot sum up the strength to ask any questions so I remain silent admidst the quiet rumble of the plane's engines and his thoughtful gaze. In that moment, I make another vow. I will be back. And I will kill that Russian Enforcer with my bare hands. I will wreck havoc on all he held dear. I feel my soul shed its colour.I feel it become blacker as the plane gains altitude.I feel it harden like steel, until I have to fist my hands over my chest to dull the ache. My name is Luca Blackstone going forth. And God so help anyone with negative affiliations with the Russian mafia that crosses my path. Death is a small mercy they would always beg for.

I turn in my seat to see Damien stand up and make his way to the podium. Are you shitting me right now? He's delivering a speech? How did I not know that? He could have at least mention it. "Good evening, everyone. I'm Damien Black. I am honored to be here today for this charity event, which is close to my heart. Cancer has touched the lives of so many people, including my own acquaintances, and I know how important it is to support those who are affected by this disease." The audience begins to clap and he waits for them to stop before he continues.

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.

"You poor dirty rat! You are just a mindless sex toy for Michael! I have everything he needs! I'm everything he wants!" Angus covered his face in his hands in the back of the room. The judge hit his hammer several times and commanded her to be quiet. "Thank you Ms Basic. Mr de Beaumont, would you like to give a statement?" "Yes your honor", Michael said, standing up. "Then please." "Thank you your honor", I said to him and went to Lucas. He leaned over and whispered. "You were good." Michael took his spot at the podium. There was not an ounce of nervousness or fear. He stood straight, talked clear and loudly - the perfect speaker.