Michael C Hall Audiobooks Novels & Stories

Andre realized Michael allowed him to meet him outside and not the other way around. Michael heard the commotion inside and pushed both doors to the chapel open, making a silent entrance. He can smell the different species of supernatural animals and vampires. Michael’s eyes landed on a group of people sitting in their own little booths, wearing fancy attire and crowns on their heads. “The council,” he said out loud.

Michael froze and subconsciously inhaled deeply. Ivanka did not notice anything odd. Her slender fingers worked on the notebook as she slid to turn on an audio file. “Chiara, why did you call me at this hour? Hasn’t Michael come back yet?” Michael frowned slightly. He recognized Lyla’s voice. “Mom…” Chiara sobbed. Lyla asked in a serious tone, “Why are you sobbing? What’s going on?” Chiara sobbed again. “M-Mic came back.”

Michael called me and said, "I got the magical alarm, who did you kill, Drax?" I replied, "Rogues," and he said, "Is the blood lust over or do you need me to come down there and suck your cock?" I cursed him, "Fuck off, you fucking fairy, my cock is too good for you." Michael laughed and said, "I am still stationed in Europe for a few more years, so be good." I told him I was good after he had sung to me to calm me down. My instinct is always to go to Michael for anything, even with my blood lust, I killed so many rogues, I was a raging bloodaholic, and I trust him with my life still after all these years. He hug me for fifteen minutes when I came back, and I must say I had missed the fuckin

Michael stands up, the phone in his hand. I can see the background now, even while I speak with him. “We have somewhere to be this evening, so just wait for me when you return from work.” “Oh, where are you going this afternoon?” “I was supposed to tell you earlier, I'm going out with…” “Hello, Michael. I can't hear you!!” His voice fades to the background, cracking. “Ma…lis… hka..” The alarm starts blaring in the background, deafening to the ears.

I was too eager to see her. "She'll probably show up when it's time," Michael said leading us into the big hall, where the rest of the crowd gathered. There was no sign of Samantha. Just a swam of dark suits and dresses. The hall had small tables stationed on every corner, holding about ten books each. I picked up one book and flipped through the first page. Trigger warning. "Holy shit," my eyes widened as I read through the lists. Michael leaned in to read as well. "Who the fuck writes shit that's so dark?" Michael said. He grabbed a book of his own and read the back of it.

I was meeting Michael thrust for thrust now, hips rolling up to take him deeper, every slide in felt like it rewired something inside. Then I heard it. Footsteps echoing in the corridor outside the lecture hall. “Mike,” I whispered urgently, breath catching. “Can you hear that?” He didn’t even pause. Just groaned low against my neck, hips snapping harder. “Your pussy is so sweet, baby… fuck, so tight… don’t stop clenching like that.” “Michael…someone’s coming—” He either didn’t hear or didn’t care. His rhythm turned punishing and desperate, like he was racing toward the edge and nothing else existed.

“So noisy. Shut up.” Chairman Blake exhaled slowly. The old him—the calm, calculating leader—was returning. He turned toward the voice and found Mr. Hall sitting quietly inside his cell. He walked over. Briella followed. Chairman Blake crouched slightly. “Mr. Matthew Hall—or should I say, that’s not your real name, is it?” Mr. Hall opened his eyes, his stare venomous. He locked eyes with Mr. Blake and… smiled. “Amazing. You’re still alive? I used a heavy dose this time, too. Shame. Your heart attack should’ve finished you off last time, if not for that damned miracle doctor. This time? What, the same guy saved you again?”

Half assing police reports and ceasing to give a damn about anything or anyone aside from the instant gratification that came with losing himself in a cold bottle of whiskey after a long night. “...I know that’s not you, Chadwick. It fucked me up bad when I found out you’d been fired, but I can’t say I was surprised. You’d been heading down that dark road for a while, and trying to talk to you about it was like hoping I could find the ability to reverse time. Which I guess is true, but you and I both know we can’t change the past...” Michael’s tone broke a little, but with a gruff shake of his salt-and-pepper haired head, he managed to continue reading.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, squeezing tight, and began to suck with a rhythmic, desperate intensity. Then, I heard it. A low, guttural moan broke from Professor Hale’s lips. It wasn't the composed, authoritative voice he used in the lecture hall; it was a raw, erotic sound of pure surrender. He let out a shaky breath, his hips beginning to twitch involuntarily against my mouth. "Fuck... Nathan..." he groaned, his voice cracking.

She asked rhetorically. “Stop overthinking what I said, it came out wrong.” Jerry replied. “What do you want for breakfast?” He asked, obviously trying to change the topic. ~~~~~ Michael pulled his red sports car into the hospital parking lot, shutting off the engine. He stepped out, dressed in casual attire, and made his way into the hospital. At the reception desk, he asked about Dr. Humphrey. "I have an appointment with him," Michael said. The nurse checked the schedule. "Yes, you're right on time. Dr. Humphrey is expecting you. His office is down the hall, third door on your left."