Michael Camp Novels & Stories

Police officers walked into the room and cuffed Michael on the spot. "Michael Carter, right?" one of them asked. "You've been reported for suspected bigamy. Please come with us to the station." Michael jerked his head up, panic rising instantly. "Bigamy? What bigamy? I didn't commit any crime!" There was no room for argument. Under everyone's eyes, he was taken away. That night, after Michael was gone, I went home and sat on the couch for a long time without moving. Then, my phone rang. A message from my lawyer, Alex Samson, came through.

Michael supersped into the restroom as he picked the call “Hello mama” “Hello Michael,how are you doing” “am fine mama but there is trouble oo” Michael said with a tone of seriousness in his voice “What is the problem Michael?” “it's Amber mama,it's Amber ooo” “What happened to Amber Micheal,what Happened?” “Her 18th birthday is in seven days time mama,the same day the abomination is going to rise” “What?!!how,how is that possible?” “I don't know Mama,I don't know”

Sophia could not remember the last time they laughed or did things together, Michael would never stay at home, he was the problem, she thought, only if he would change. She was still looking at Michael as he checked the peephole, he wore a stripped shirtsleeved shirt on a pair of jeans, at that time Sophia met him, he was a dream come true for her, Michael was about six feet tall, dark in complexion and broad shoulders, he was the CEO of Classic, the best NYC magazine company, he was the kind of man many ladies will throw off their home training for, with his dressing, and his killer smile, Michael was the perfect description of a male God.

Mike looked long and lean with pictures of him riding a bike, shots of him crossing finish lines, and pictures of him camping. Camping. She shuddered. Her idea of camping was no mint on the pillow. She wasn’t sure this was going to work. And then she read his little intro about himself: “Hi, my name is Mike Pine, I am 32 years old. I am really new to this online dating thing. I am very active and athletic, work at a ski resort, I teach skiing and also work on the first aid team. In my spare time, I like to run and camp and bike, and I’m looking for friendship or more, whatever and would like

Remembering how the walk into town had been annoying as hell. “That would probably be Everett right?” The man next to him answered, looking at Scott. He nodded. “Yeah, but it’s four hours by car at least. This is Eli by the way. He’s taken up the Gamma spot recently since Ricky is…” I nodded. “Nice to meet you. I’m glad they filled the spot. Scott looked like he was going to go grey there for a while.” Eli laughed and patted Scott on the back. “I’m pretty sure Alpha will still make him go grey at the rate he is going. You wouldn’t think he was forty with the warpath he’s been making.”

He pleaded repeatedly, "I'm telling the truth, sir! I really don't go here! I just came to meet a chick, that's all! If you want, I can introduce you—" "Alright, cut it out! What a load of nonsense!" I said, keeping a straight face. "This is a campus, not some kind of brothel! Please watch your language!" Deep inside, excitement had begun to bubble. The image of that female student from earlier flashed through my mind. I had heard rumors about people coming and going here for all kinds of reasons. Could I really have hit the jackpot and run into something like that tonight? The guy quickly pulled out his ID and held it up for me to see. "Look, I'm 25. I've already graduated. I'm not an activ

The three men sat in Damien office as they began to talk about their plan. "So what have you spot out Aaron? "Damien ask as he unbutton his shirt. "Yes boss, the warehouse house at Detroit is Michael Stan biggest generator and also his clubhouse in mexico also generate too but not enough sir. "Aaron said looking at the other two men. "So he don't even have enough properties and still his shoulder is high"Edward smirk in disgust.

The officer stared at him for a long time and then said, "I will be leaving now. Do you need anything else?" Michael sank into the chair that was nearby. "No, I am fine," he replied. It was obvious he wasn't going to get any positive response from the damn officer. The officer left and closed the door behind him. Michael had tried calling Marcus' number earlier but the line kept on saying busy. Times like this he wished he smoked, but he was a model and he had to strictly adhere to the terms of the contract he had sighed with the agency. He couldn't even fucking smoke!

he asked and Liam stared at him weirdly. “And you are?” Liam asked and the guy in black removed his sun shade. “Micheal Adams” TBC

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.