Michael Blackson Stand Up Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Seeing Jaxon and Mia looking like they glue each other, Rey glared at Gavin who looked innocently at everyone. “Blacky is not wrong, he just wants to play. You know already, he likes women,” said Gavin which made all the men there snort in disapproval. “I told you to keep the snake in his cage, Gavin,” Gideon hissed. “Imagine if it was Kalista, she might give birth prematurely.” All the men there shuddered at the thought of Kalista with her big belly climbing a chair and running around the room being chased by Blacky. “Usually Blacky is very sweet,” Gavin defended against his snake which looked at the men around with its round eyes as its body squirmed about to come to its master.

He looked dangerous as he smirked at me. The student MC choked on his own breath, his hand shaking as he lowered the microphone. Nobody dared open their mouth to counter the bid. “Twenty... twenty thousand dollars from Mr. Blackwood,” the MC stammered into the microphone. “Going once... twice... sold.” Killian didn't even wait for the final strike of the gavel. He marched up the stage stairs. He walked straight across until his towering six-foot frame loomed over me, throwing my entire body into his shadow.

“We’ll take your questions, but let’s show a little decorum.” The room settles, though the energy remains electric. I take a deep breath, stepping forward. Showtime. “I never imagined I’d be standing here today,” I begin, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “But life has a funny way of throwing you into the deep end when you least expect it. When Mabel Blackwood’s plot was uncovered, I couldn’t stand by and watch Caspian fight alone. This wasn’t just about a company—it was about everything we’ve worked for, everything we stand for.”