Michael Camp Novels & Stories

"I survived out there before, and that was before Aaron took me under his wing and showed me a few things. Just give me a gun, and I'll be just fine out there. Who knows, I might even save your ass once or twice." The soldiers all chuckle again and I look over at Michael, and I'm surprised to find him looking at me with a strange expression on his face. When he catches me staring at him as he stares at me, he quickly averts his dark brown eyes and runs a massive hand nervously through his short dark blonde hair. Michael Davidoff is in his mid to late thirties, but he looks younger than that, probably due to the fact that he's built like a machine. He's easily six feet tall and his entire bod

A familiar voice echoed through the darkness, amplified by the facility's internal communication system: "Hello, Alex." The words slithered down my spine like ice water. I signaled to James, who immediately moved to a defensive position beside a server rack, his weapon drawn but held low against his thigh. Michael stepped into the glow of a terminal at the far end of the central aisle, holding what appeared to be a red gasoline can. Even from a distance, I could see he looked different—disheveled in a way the Michael Coleman I knew would never allow himself to appear in public. His trademark bespoke suit had been replaced by casual clothes that seemed incongruous with his persona, and severa

Someone was covering it on the news. "Who is it, if you don't mind me asking?" "You might have heard about Michael Campbell. He was killed a couple of days ago, not far from the woods. The cops found his body in the morning." "Oh, yeah!" I run my hand through my hair. "I caught some part of the news when I went to see my mom in the hospital. My mom was crying while she was watching the news. She told me she had met him once. She also said he was one of the good ones out there." I give him an empathetic smile. "Because of him, my mom's medical bills are less than half of what we have to pay out of our own pocket. I'll be honest if it was not for his generous do

Raymond said in a stern voice. “Dad, no one can hurt us if Captain Campell is with us! He was the top fighter of the special forces!” said Michael.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

It was enough for her to feel intimidated by the gazes of the prospective passengers pacing around her because she had been showing a cynical face all along, while Andrew looked like a desperate man who was suffering. “I don't even know how Michael's agency should be taken care of. Companies in Chicago and Columbia are taking up enough of my time. But when I contacted Michael's attorney this morning, he said that the agency had been handed over to McLean Kaofax, Michael's best friend. Have you met him?"

He apologized in a way which showed no remorse. Hannah wanted to argue with him but the professor walked in the class. Zion took the seat in the last row while his eyes were plastered on her back. "Hello dear students. This is Professor Michael and I am going to teach you basic computer functions. But I have a few rules which I want to follow from the first class."

The neighbor’s door swung open and Mitch walked out and took a seat on a wooden chair. “I need you to cover for Liam,” Mitch said as he pulled on his boots. “He’s ill and I need you to take on his duties. It’ll only be for today.” Liam was Mitch’s nephew and he worked the fields like Devin, tending to the vegetables and farming. I’ve worked under Mitch, the butcher, since I came to the Clear Mountain pack. He was suspicious of my familiarity with the blade but after my feigned innocence he didn’t question me. Under his watchful eye, I practiced slicing, dicing, and killing.

Michael's fingers involuntarily tightened on his mug, his inside was in disarray but he tried his best not to let it show on his face or reaction, he brought his mug to his lips and sipped "still the same guy?" "Yes." "Who do you say he is again?" Michael feigned nonchalance but he was really dying to know and he hate it. "His name is Craig Newton, age 29, divorced, father of one. The CEO of Mantis, came to LA for a business deal with the Caritas" Gary tabled out.

He asked I walked forward to the microphones "If you want to know why this press conference was called, follow me" I said as I walked out of the conference room I saw Lucy sitting with Mia and I walked up to her with the reporters following me She stood up immediately she saw me "What's going on Michael? I just saw Aiden run out and why are the reporters behind you?" She asked I sighed, you can do this Michael It's for the band, you have to do it for the band I slowly went on my knees and looked at Lucy