Michael Blackson Stand Up Novels & Stories

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.

His speech was the seventh program on the list. I watched the first five performances with Anne. When the sixth performance started, I excused myself and left the auditorium. As I was walking away, I vaguely heard someone calling my name from behind, but I didn't look back. A while later, I received a text from my ex-counselor, Richard Holt. "Yvonne, why did you leave so quickly? I called your name several times, but you didn't respond. Your boyfriend's speech is up next. Aren't you going to stay and watch?"

River asked. I shook my head, my eyes still fixed on the ghost of Rex. “I don’t know,” I whispered. I finally managed to turn back to River. “Rex stood up to Black?” “That’s new.” I turned to Debbie, looking at her briefly. She might not really understand why this shit feels strange, but we knew that Rex would be the last person to stand up to Black. But that wasn’t just it. Like, we have literally been bantering with Black, but he comes out of nowhere, commands Black, and Black just walks out like he was at gunpoint?

I walked into the summit venue through the side entrance and followed the noise to the main hall and pushed the door open. The presentation screen was white. Completely blank. Not a single slide on it. Reporters were already on their feet with cameras out, questions flying. I scanned the stage and there she was, standing behind the microphone in front of a room full of wolves that were already booing and screaming at her. An Alpha near the front was already on his feet running his mouth about Moonlight’s falling off and I recognized him immediately. Xavier of Blackwood. Xavier speaks just for the sake of having a voice. His reputation in rooms is nothing to write home about.

Now, back to the current situation, After the chanting, the MC hush the crowd and continued, "NOW WE SHALL PRESENT OUR KING TO SPEAK OF HIS GRACE!!! I PRESENT... MR.MIKAEL LENOX!! THE CRAZY PHANTOM!!!" As all eyes directed to him, he stood up to show himself, the man sitting beside Mark stood up. It indeed was Mikael. Seeing him stood up as the light above him beams toward his figure I feel my body heats up and my heartbeats grow loud as if it's right beside my ear. Ugh. I can't argue about how he got good looks and a cool vibe but I swear to God, his smile is so adorable, even tho it's more like a smirk than a smile. But even with this, I will still kill him after this all ends right? Will

Damian sat up straighter, sensing the shift in me, and within seconds the screen flickered to life—straight to a breaking news segment on every major channel. And there he was. Lawrence Blackstone, live. Immaculate suit, effortless poise, the perfect blend of sorrow and righteousness as he looked into the camera like the victim the world had overlooked. He wasn’t just being interviewed—he was performing. And every word from his mouth felt like it had been forged in a furnace of manipulation. “I never wanted to do this publicly,” he said, voice trembling just enough to seem sincere. “But my silence has been twisted into guilt. And I can no longer sit back while lies define our family.”

His confusion quickly turned to disbelief. “What the hell is this?” Michael demanded, rising to his feet. Christopher's voice was low and cold, laced with venom. “Proof.” He took a step forward, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “Proof that you’ve been scheming behind our backs. You’ve been talking to the Blackfangs—our greatest enemies!” Michael’s jaw dropped, his eyes darting back to the papers. He shook his head vehemently. “This...this is bullshit, Chris! I’ve never spoken to the Blackfangs! You know that!”

He said, in a manner that made it unclear as to if he was asking or noting. “I am Damian Blackwood, and you are Michael Black. If I take the wood out, it would be right to call you father, would it not?” Again, he chuckled, and I smiled back at him. I was warming my way into the old man's heart. “Not a lot of boys have ever come to speak to me, and even fewer have been on that chair you now sit in, so few that I can count them on my fingers. You must know that what we do here is not child's play.”

Was he not happy with the peperformance? “That was fine”, Mr Black spoke up, he pulled his two hands forward, resting them on the table, She took a deep breath. “But I wasn’t impressed”. His hands which covered in with black gloves fell on the table with a bang, startling Grace who shifted on her feet, The rest of the panel made no effort to speak , they speculated, not uttering a word.