Michael Don T Leave Me Here Novels & Stories

“Please don’t leave me here, Michael.” “The lesson has to sink in.” “Michael, please, I’m scared of this place, please. Don’t leave me here.” “No. You will stay here. Just when I was considering our honeymoon so we can enjoy normal couple affairs, just when I was considering taking you shopping so you can have better things to wear, just when I was considering taking you out and showing you around, you have to ruin my mood. Just when I was considering being lenient with you, you have to ruin everything.”

“Right now, nothing is certain, and I don’t want my speculation to disrupt your plans. Once I confirm it, I’ll let you know.” Michael and Jonah still remained silent. Ivan also frowned and refrained from saying anything more. There was little to say in the current situation. When everyone remained silent, Ivanka looked at them and asked, “Aren’t you all going to leave?” The dismissal was quite apparent, yet the three of them looked up at her simultaneously, each with a slightly different expression in their eyes. Ivan was the first to smile. Jonah was still here; how could they possibly leave? Absolutely not! Ivan thought. “Michael isn’t in his right mind now. He keeps holding onto his usele

The last thing I wanted was for Drake to run into Chris and start another pointless argument. After sending the message, I turned to Chris and said, "Make sure you show up on the full moon. Lucian won't forgive you if you don't, and I doubt you want things to get ugly. I have somewhere to be. I'm leaving." "Wait! Where are you going?" Chris grabbed my wrist, his eyes bloodshot with desperation. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" "Let go of me! Where I go is none of your concern." I was beyond exhausted by his behavior.

But now… Without a moment's hesitation, I turned off my phone, pulled out the SIM card, and tossed it into a nearby trash can. Using the Wi-Fi at a convenience store, I booked the earliest train ticket back to my hometown. As I completed the payment, I received a notification that Christopher had started a voice call on a chat app. I accidentally pressed “accept.” His irritated voice rang out: [Where the hell did you disappear to? Aren’t you coming back? [Nathan’s been asking for pancakes, and you didn’t even bother to get him any. He’s practically starving. [You dare to develop a temper tantrum now? You demand a divorce and then ignore my message. I think—” His voice cut off abruptly as I h

“If I want you out, you’ll be out. Don’t forget that.” I held his gaze. Unshaken. Then, slowly, I smiled—not warmly, but with quiet confidence. “Then do it,” I said calmly. “I’d be happy to leave.” His expression flickered, caught off guard. I tilted my head slightly. “Just don’t forget what’s written in the contract,” I added. “No matter what happens, there’s no refund.” Silence. For a brief second, the confidence on his face cracked. He hadn’t expected that.

Relief mingles with disbelief, and a hint of apprehension lingers in the corners of my mind. Why did he leave? Why did he spare me from what he demanded? The questions spin around my head like a whirlwind, refusing to settle into coherent answers. Michael actually leaves me without having sex with me! I am perplexed as to why he left like that. I thought he would take me tonight, but I never expected him to leave me without doing anything. I find myself sinking onto the bed, the fabric cooling against my skin. My mind is a whirlpool of conflicting thoughts, each crashing into the next like waves against a shore. I'm left trying to make sense of the situation and understand the motives behind

“You need rest. No stress, no movement.” Her eyes flicked briefly to Dante before returning to me. “I’ll be outside. Press the alarm button if you need anything.” Then she left. The door clicked shut. Silence. Just the machines… and Dante. For a while, neither of us spoke. “You look like hell,” Dante finally said. A weak smirk tugged at my lips. “I’ve seen worse,” I muttered hoarsely. Dante leaned forward slightly, studying me. “They took you to Hell’s Gate.”

"I love you." "I love you too but sometimes love is not enough. Loyalty is important too. Promise me you won't leave me, you'll always love me" "Ayana I..." His phone rang. It was his lawyer. "I have to take this, I'll be back. I love you" he kissed her lips and left her room. His lawyer called to inform about a meeting with Claire's lawyer about Auxton Oaks. Oliver said he would be present at the meeting. He hoped Claire would also be there. He went to meet the Chef when he was done with the call and got the food for Ayana.

he said. ‘”and we might never see them again if I do not go alone." His head snapped up at the realization of death, and I nodded. “It’s the truth, baby.” We stayed in each other’s arms till the evening. When I stood up, Michael spoke. “Okay, you may go, but you are not leaving without some cameras on you.” I nodded. Anything to make Michael feel better is what I would do. ********** The sun was not yet up when I got ready to leave the house.

"What are you talking about?" Michael swallowed. "Just tell her I’m here and stay vigilant or report to the police if it helps. Yet she must hear what I have to tell her, I am not stupid to kidnap her when she is here with a lot of people. I promise” Micheal took his hand up as a sign. Donna studied him for a moment before nodding stiffly. "Wait here." Walking away, Michael took a shallow breath. His hands were sweating. He hadn’t planned on crying, but the weight of everything pressed down on him like a boulder.