Michael Clifford Novels & Stories

Had a stranger answered the door, Michael would have shuffled away throwing apologies and excuses, taking with him the swarm of flies that kept him safe—even when he wasn’t. Those flies cartwheeled now, riding waves of electric energy Michael couldn’t see, but felt. Oh, boy, did he ever. This was where he was meant to be. This was where it began. If Clive hadn’t lured him in, then Michael never would have become one of Liz Frost’s infamous nine. If. If. IF. He drew in excited gulps of air through the webs, which Michael suspected the man couldn’t see for some reason. The energy about them made him feel more alive than he had in years, and when one of his flies landed on Clive’s face and craw

“You’re sure? Okay, we’ll have to pay him a visit soon.” He hung up and turned to Regina, a flicker of hope in his eyes. “That was Clinton. He didn’t just find a lead- he found a location for Elias Clifford. He’s tucked away in a small town outside the city limits. Clinton thinks he’s been laying low ever since The People’s Watch was forced to close.” “We need to meet with him soon. What day is convenient for you?” Michael asked. “Wednesday is good, I have just one class in the morning. What about you?”

I played another song, my fingers dancing across the keys, when my phone chimed with a notification. I frowned, thinking it might be Kiara or Clinton. But when I picked it up, I realized it was a W******p message from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, I opened it. It was a video. I clicked on it, and my blood ran cold. There was Clinton, on a bed, with Seraphina. They were tangled in the sheets, her hands cupping his face as she kissed him. I couldn’t see his full face, but I knew it was him. My heart dropped.

Grimacing, Trevor tossed the controller in his hands across the room after switching off the large TV on the wall. He rose from where he sat and stepped to the middle of the room. Tilting his head, he thought back to what was said by the reporter. Several more bodies had been found dead at the elite clubhouse and Trevor knew who they were even before the names were revealed. He wondered how long it had taken for them to get to see the now decomposing bodies of Tricia and Lauren.

Clifford! The bulky tattooed man I spotted earlier made his way towards us and I quickly bowed my head. Richard moved, shielding me from the man's line of view. "Long time no see." His deep voice rasped. "Uh... yeah Voight," Clifford replied, sounding a bit nervous. "I've... been busy. Family matters... you know." There was an awkward beat of silence, then the man spoke again. "So, who's that?" I gulped. "Umm..." Clifford loudly cleared his throat. "This is just... um..."

His eyes flashed sharply, showing Claire that he couldn't contain his anger anymore. Claire should have known what Michael's answer would be. However, when she heard his answer, she couldn't hold back her own tears. She repeatedly confirmed to himself that Michael was a grown man. When she was in the UK, and Michael was in Arizona, he must have had sex with other women… and that was a normal thing. "You're crying?" Michael held her hand. Claire shifted her body position, "can you leave me?" She muttered softly because she would feel ashamed if Michael knew she was crying just because of a little thing.

The tragic loss of my wife, our Luna. Our land use to be covered with trees, wildflowers, and there was a vast amount of wildlife. Now we were surrounded by cliffs and dirt, one of the effects from the last war that happened five years ago. Felicity and Damen, two of our special ability members, have been trying to bring our land back to life. But I refuse to let them overexert themselves and possibly die. The war before that was thirteen years prior to the last. We've lost many members in over eighteen years and each death felt like I was reaching my end as well.

As for Philip, he asked indifferently, “From your words, your family seems to be rich and powerful?” Instantly, Clifford burst into laughter. Several of his rich second-generation friends behind him, as well as Zee and the others, also sneered and shook their heads mockingly. After laughing, Clifford looked at Philip with displeasure. Since when would a penniless garbage collector dare to ask him this question so pretentiously and arrogantly? Who did he think he was? “Do you know who you’re talking to?” Clifford was so angry that he laughed instead. He, Clifford Gold, was a famous rich second-generation young master of the Uppercreek circle. He dared not say that he reigned at the top, but h

Odell glanced at Cliff coldly. "What do you want me to do? She's just my ex-wife. Does it matter to me who confesses to her? Do I look like I have nothing better to do?" His rapid questions instantly made Cliff shiver. However, he could not help but scowl in his heart, 'If you have something better to do, then why did you tell me to keep an eye on Edmund? 'Besides Edmund, when Sylvia was bullied by Michael and the Rosses because of Tristan, you also told me to keep an eye on Michael and the others.

It's better that way than what else she thinks. Mirae looked at me as if she didn't believe what I said. "Okay. But you know, that Clifford is the cruel one, right? Didn't he kiss you on the cheek last time at the coffee shop but he has a girlfriend. Yes, he is handsome but terrible. He doesn't know how to be content." I can't defend Clifford because for me what this ai Mirae is saying is true. Because if he was satisfied, he wouldn't be able to cheat on me.