Novel & Cerita Michael Caine

Helen nodded. “Before I did.” Thomas stared at the photograph. “Did I know him?” “Yes.” Charles looked at Helen. “Did I?” “Yes.” “And I forgot him too.” Helen shook her head. “No.” Charles frowned. “You remembered Michael.” Silence. “Just not as Sarah’s father.” The archive opened. A younger Michael Reeves appeared. Early thirties. Dark hair. Thin glasses. Soft voice. He sat across from a combat veteran. No restraints. No machinery.

He read the name written in bold out loud in question. Opening a new tab, he put his research skills to work. There were too many profiles that popped up under the name but one look at the brief information sent alongside their new mission, it was easy to find their next target. An old man who was in his late seventies popped up and Rod was not all too surprised about that.

Michael just witness me daydreaming about his god-like body. "Um, I heard from Lincoln that you just captured a Raven," I said to Michael trying to divert our conversation. Michael stopped walking and looked at me with a sly smirk on his lips as if he's proud that he captured a Raven. "Yeah, he's in the cellar right now. I'll deal with him tomorrow." Michael responded to me and I just nodded as I watched him wearing the white boxer briefs and then he walked over to me and sat on the bed, wiping his hair with the towel.

He sighed out, and pulled a cigar case from his table, he opened it and pulled out a huge cigar, placing it between his lips, taking the lighter from his pocket he flicked it and lit up the cigar, inhaling deeply. Matteo just stood in front of him as he watched him smoke the cigar. "What do you have for me"? He asked taking out the cigar from his mouth. "Nothing much, his routine is pretty much the same everyday, wake up, take his bath, he spends too much time in the shower if you ask me, eat breakfast, he really likes bacon and coffee, he spends even more time putting on his clothes, not that I'm watching him dress up or seeing his naked body....." He rushed out chuckling, Spade just gave h

She paused for a while her hands at her back as she fidgeted clearly anxious, she looked at their curious gazes and began speaking again. "Someone special told me it is better to try than regret later for not trying, I would be disappointed if I don't get the part but I would be happy that I tried my best, I would just try again another time". She answered sincerely as they all stared at her emotionless, there was a drift in Miranda's eyes, something She couldn't understand . "Who is That Someone Special?". A deep rich unfamiliar voice spoke to her, The voice was deep and rich and was soothing to hear, it had a hint of British accent in it surprising Grace, the voice belonged to Mr Black who

"But he's trying so hard to be a failure." "Caine isn't a failure. He's rich, a multi millionaire." Michelle laughed. "He's depending on his shares and hoping they keep rising while he fritters away the profits with Asian women." "Last I checked, you don't tell me how I live my life, Michelle," Caine said. I saw his point there so I said, "Yeah, Michelle, you don't tell Caine how he lives his life." "Okay," she looked amused. "Have each other's backs then." What the hell was so funny?

He passed it to Michael and offered again, “Are you sure you don’t want to have a seat?“ “No, it’s fine. “ Michael shook his head and opened the folder. He was well aware if he sat down, his leg would start reminding him of the last injury he had, and even though his healing process was fast, the bullet holes took longer to heal. So Michael only propped himself on the nearest armrest and picked up the first picture. It was of an older man, perhaps Benjamin’s age. He looked like a ruthless businessman, judging by the confident posture and that look in the eyes vultures had. Michael knew they type very well- he’s sent a couple of men like that to prison after all.

Her smile was facetious. Cillian laughed as Michael coughed. “That’s why I like you!” He turned to Quinn who was sitting quietly trying not to be noticed. “And this must be Quinn…” Her eyes came up to ones that matched Reese’s. Cillian was a very handsome older man with silver touches to the sides of his black hair, slicked back, perfectly groomed in an impeccable tux. “…I’ve just heard a lot about you, my dear…I’ve never seen my son so animated.”

He thought for a second and replied “She must be smart of course. She must also be kind-hearted and friendly with everyone.” “These are general qualities Mr.Stone. Say some different and specific ones.” He looked directly at the camera and said, “She must be so stubborn to not be able to please her even by me.” Immediately Rani cleared her throat from beside me. “That is totally different. Anything else?” the reporter asked. He nodded and replied “She makes the finest coffee. I mean she must make the finest coffee.” This time I heard all my friends along with Maam clearing their throats. I didn’t even turn to look at them because the shock was written all over my face.

Cornelius stopped me. “Why didn’t you come to me then?” I shook my head. “I thought about it, but I never wanted to put you and your family in danger.” He seemed satisfied with that answer so I continued. “I eventually was out of options so I went to someone I thought could help me. I went to Michael Scott. He was responsible for Carter’s death, but he also had a good reason for it. The night Carter died one of Mike’s men had let me go, so I felt they might be able to help. Mike called Jensen to come from New York to help. Jensen was the one that let me go that night, but at first, he hated me because Carter was responsible for his fiance’s death.”