Michael Clifford Novels & Stories

His hands clawed at me, but I bared my teeth, daring him to continue. With a final blow, I knocked him out. I stood up and fought with the others, all the while my eyes kept drifting towards where Clinton was. Falcon was high on alert, wanting to make sure that her mate was alright. Minutes later, all the rogues were dead except one. I was wounded, but it was nothing I wouldn’t heal from soon enough. I’d always been a fast healer. I watched as Clinton transformed, his face a battlefield of rage. A shiver ran through my spine as my eyes trailed down his body, stopping on his huge dick. It didn't help that Falcon chose that moment to send lewd images of me and Clinton.

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.

I said, looking back at the zigzagging path, "I love your voice." He pleased me by singing the rest of the song, marveling at the complete knowledge of it. And he sang not only that one, but many of the songs from the 90s I loved so much. Did this man know how amazing he was? I really doubted it. But I was beginning to see how impressive Christopher Royce was. *** “Wow!” Chris exclaimed looking at the Hanawi Waterfalls. “I told you it was worth the trip,” I remarked passing by him and approaching the shore to touch the water “It's incredible, do you want to eat or come in the water before?”

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.

Luan's Pov. Clifford was breathing hard now, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes were wide with shock and horror as he stared at the body on the floor, unable to look away. "You... you monster," Clifford whispered. I could see the pain in his eyes which made me smirk. I never knew he cared for his men this way. I thought he was a heartless man, one who give no fuck about his men. But maybe I was wrong. Doing this to hom was the best decision.

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

'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. 'To be precise, ever since Sylvia brought Isabel back, you keep telling me to investigate this and that.' Cliff got more depressed the more he thought about it. He had really put up with it for a long time. Odell was his boss, but he had never been cruel to Cliff. Consequently, Cliff did not want to see him deceive himself anymore. He finally could not hold back and said, "Master Carter, you actually like Ms. Ross." Odell's eyes instantly shot to him.

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.