Michael C Hall Audiobooks Novels & Stories

“But Audrey didn’t do what you claim. She’s not guilty.” Michael was silent for a moment. He was completely taken aback. The smile he had earlier had disappeared. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he said, finally gaining his confidence. “We are here for a celebration.” He walks out on us approaching the microphone, taking full control of the room. “Hello everyone,” Michael said smoothly, raising his glass in greeting. “Let's stay focused on the evening.” He stopped until every eye was fixed on him. “I’m delighted to let you all know that Alana said YES!”

I let my body go completely limp, keeping my eyes on the floorboards while their heavy hands tore at my jacket, ripping at my pockets. "I found it, Sir," one of the guards bunted out, pulling the tiny, metallic recording bug right out of my inner collar lining. "He has been recording the whole conversation." Michael snatched the chip from the guard's hand, his face instantly twisting into pure, unadulterated fury. "You bastard," he hissed. Before I could even pull my hands back, Michael brought his heavy designer shoe down, stomping his heel directly onto my open palm. The leather crushed my fingers against the floor, the sharp, agonizing snap of bone sending a blinding wave of white hot pai

The voice of the rogue suddenly sheds its electronic distortion, running parallel with the sharpening image of a skull marking on the screen. Michael’s heart drops into his stomach as he recognizes the specific tribal ink and the guttural cadence of the voice. "I know the exact den," Michael roars, leaping over the stone table and sprinting toward the courtyard where his personal transport sits. Tito Hale and Jackie Jackson are instantly at his back. Tito Hale's wolf harbors a deep terror of high altitudes, but the alpha doesn't hesitate as he hooks his harnesses into the cabin next to Michael.

She looked up at them and asked with a frown, "What happened?" Michael opened his eyes slowly and observed the room he was in before he sprang up. He sat on the bed and tried to reminisce about last night. He remembered he was fighting with Chris before he passed out. He sighed. He had to get used to waking up in an unfamiliar room anytime he fought with Chris. He stood up gently and moved to the door. When he opened the door, he walked through a not-too-wide passage, occasionally coming across some doors. He kept quiet and stretched his ears to hear any suspicious sounds. Soon, he came across a staircase. He was about to descend the stairs when his eyes caught Sydney standing at the extreme

As I'm in the shower , I hear a knock on the door , followed by Alec and Michael's voices . " Guys ... did you hear something strange last night ? " Michael asks . * Hope you guys are enjoying the story , constructive criticism is always welcome . Are the chapters too long ? Should I shorten them a bit ? Let me know what you guys think :)

When I got to the door and was about to knock, I heard a voice, and I froze. “Come in,” a voice growled from the inside. I stood for a while before recognizing that it was none other than Michael's voice. How he knew that I was at the door has me surprised. I took in a deep breath and walked in. His chamber was as beautiful as the last time I saw it. I have only been to his room two times since we got here. And those two times, it didn’t end well, at least from my end. I walked in and saw him leaning on a wall, drinking liquor. Michael, as I have come to know, never drank unless he had something brewing in his mind. And what scared the shit out of me was that he was doing that because of me.

Chapter 16: Off the Clock Michael stepped out of the elevator into the dim reception area. The files he needed were on his desk, but he looked down the hall in the opposite direction from his office. Maggie's door was open and golden afternoon light filtered into the hallway from her window. He heard the sounds of movement coming from the open doorway of the library and he headed there.

Can't even try. I wander to the library. His sanctuary. The leather chairs, the books with margin notes questioning revenge and justice. Then I see it. A file folder on the side table. Not hidden. Just... there. Like he left it out. Or forgot to put it away in his haste. The tab reads: HALE, Michael Sr. I shouldn't look. I know I shouldn't. I open it anyway. The first document is a newspaper clipping from 2001. Yellowed with age.

The officer led him through a half-lit hallway. The sound of shoutings became louder as they neared the cell built at the other end of the hallway. “You can’t do this. Let me out this instant,” Daniel heard a very familiar voice bouncing off the walls. “I haven’t done anything” Michael’s desperate voice felt like music to Daniel’s ear. But at the same time, it stoked up his already burning rage. How much he had come to hate this voice and the owner of it.

Mr Michael suddenly said. "That might help a lot sir." Alexis said and she heaved out very loudly. "I will tell you, just that I will need that flash drive back, you can take what you need from it, and kindly return them back to me" Mr. Michael said Alexis finally smiled, because everything was now alright, she just confirmed that Mr. Michael condition was just to retrieved his recordings, something probably was in those recordings, maybe that might change Mr. Michael life, but he dare not go in and take it, hence he also anticipate a time when someone will knock on his door and asked about his past atrocities, then he might pushed someone in to take the drive for him.