Michael Blackson Stand Up Novels & Stories

It was a little after 9pm when the music lowered, and the older gentleman took to the stage. “Good evening, Written Ink. I would like to thank you all for taking the time to travel out here tonight. My name is Michael Blackwood. I am here on behalf of the owner of Written Ink to thank you all for your hard work and continued support. I would also like to formally introduce you to the owner himself.” A silence fell over the room. That was the moment everyone had been speculating about. Rumors were about to be squashed and confirmed. Everyone stood, silently awaiting the announcement and movement.

And turned on. “You sure about this?” he asked, eyes locked on hers. She licked her lips. “No. But I want it.” The door opened before she could knock again. Mr. Black stood there, black shirt unbuttoned just enough to show off the ink on his chest. His eyes dragged over her, then over Miles. “Well,” he said, lips curling. “Look who decided to play.” They stepped inside. The door shut behind them. Loud. Final. “Strip,” Mr. Black said, voice calm. “Both of you.”

How can I start narrating the few past minutes of embarrassment I suffered? “You do know Michael Blackwood right? The CEO of Blackwood Conglomerate.” She continued, she barely paused for breath. “His company is regarded as the godfather of all the top companies in this city! Thanks to his retired grandfather, the company has the highest net worth! Basically, he’s one of the richest young CEOs out there” I shook my head, trying to appear nonchalant. “ Nope, never heard of me.” WHAT! This is THE Michael Blackwood! If all she said was true, I’m definitely screwed! I remembered how rude I was when he tried to help, what kind of jerk was I?.

I asked him frowning. "I'm gonna fuck you, mate." Michael's response to me was unequivocal and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at him. "We're not gonna lie down?" I ask him again. "I want to fuck you in a standing position, mate," Michael replied to me and I gulp when I heard the sound of his boxer shorts falling down to his knees. I admit I felt a bit excited when he said that he'll gonna fuck me in a standing position.

she started. Michael’s jaw tightened, “Mr. Blackwood made some mistakes that I had to clean up. He did things that required my intervention. I wasn't a snitch. The police had found him out. Someone might have alerted them to some of his wrongdoings. That's the truth.” His answer was so convincing. Kate’s brows folded, her eyes rolled, and her fingers were shaking.

Unshaken. Across the glossy steel walls, his reflection stared back at him. And for the first time, he wondered: Who do they see when they look at me now? A lover? A liar? A king in freefall? The elevator dinged. Elias stepped out into the fire. Flashes hit him the second he walked in. Not cameras—eyes. Ruthless, waiting eyes. The moderator—someone from external PR—greeted him with a nod. “Mr. Blackthorn, we’re live in three minutes. Are you prepared?”

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.

“So you think I’m only worth thirty dollars?” His voice was calm, too calm, the kind that made your blood run cold. My heart stopped. I knew that voice. That face. Mr. Adrian Blackwell. My CEO. My one-night stand. Fuck!

I looked at my Omega, it was after midnight. “Go get in the shower. I’ll get rid of these assholes.” Maggie wasn’t happy but she slunk off to hide. I opened the door, stark naked, and told the guys to fuck off. “Hey fuck you, McMahon! I outrank you!” “Yeah,” I retorted. “By three days!” At this point, the light came on in the manager’s office and a few guest doors opened, heads peeking out. “Guys, let’s not get kicked out on our first night, huh?” I was trying to be the voice of reason.

and “I heard he talked to her.” It’s enough to make me wish I could disappear. I survived my first class thankfully without incident. Afterward, I’m walking with a group of friends...Lila, June, and Marnie...trying to focus on their chatter about an upcoming event and it’s nice hearing something normal for a change then Lila suddenly gasps. “Oh my God.” I look up and my stomach drops. Ryan Blackwood is standing in front of us calmly and silently like he’s been waiting. “Can I have a word with Elena?” he asks with his deep voice steady.