Michael Douglas Novels & Stories

He had an accent, the same one like Dominic's. "Good. Now step away for me." He instructed gesturing with the gun and I nodded raising my hands stepping away from the table. My inner-self was begging me to open my mouth to yell at him but that would be the worst idea ever. I should've shot him as soon as he came in. Suddenly he grinned, spreading his arms. "Micah! I wasn't expecting you to be here, thought I'd have to get that information out of your little sister. Thank you for saving me that trouble." He said, sounding completely genuine and innocent.

Rose started to bang on my room door early in the morning. When I stepped out of my room, she grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the television. The news channel showed its early morning breaking news. The reporter read the news. "The young businessman Mr. Michael Thompson confirms his relationship with the famous actress, Ms. Katherine Douglas."

" I said and smiled. He let out a nervous chuckle and punched my chest playfully, "Yeah thanks man, you don't know how much that means." "Don't get soft on me now Dawson." I laughed and ruffled his hair.

You can’t touch and kiss someone through a phone screen. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. Fuck, he’s hot. His dark brown hair was tousled, looking like he’d tried to tame it with his fingers, but he was sweaty, and it didn’t quite work. His broad shoulders and hairy chest are on full display, wearing only a pair of black basketball shorts. The shorts were hot and comical at the same time. They are comical because they are either Mikali or David’s. Therefore, they hang well past Logan’s knees, given his height difference from my guards.

His voice barely above whispers as he steps down the stairs, the stairs creaking under his weight. "The marriage will hold." "Congratulations Miss Daisy for winning my son's heart." Mr Gilbert Roberto said, as he shook Daisy Hunter's hand smiling gleefully. "Gilbert! What's the meaning of this…"

I'm beginning to think you are mute Mr British Liam Scott. I walk towards Liam and when I get to him, I stretch my hand down to him for a handshake " Hi, I'm callum Dove, the president of the student body council of the school and I'm at your service. " I say and beam. He grabs my hands for the handshake and instantly I flush, his hand is warm and I just felt the sparks. I have always wanted the kind of sparks mum had when she met Lori, that's why I haven't bothered with dating.

As Harry stepped up to the podium, Donovan sat poised in his seat, his eyes fixed on his opponent with an unreadable gaze. Dressed in a sharp suit, Donovan exuded an air of confidence and authority, his presence commanding attention even in the midst of a crowded auditorium. Boma's friend Hilda leaned over, her voice barely above a whisper. "Look at Donovan," she murmured, her eyes tracing the lines of his profile. "He's positively captivating, isn't he? So handsome and intimidating all at once." Boma felt her cheeks flush with warmth as she stole a glance at Donovan, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. She couldn't deny that her husband possessed a magnetic allure, his strong pre

“You don’t know Killian. “ “And you think you do.” “I know his mind. It will torture him forever. He will forever blame himself for what happened.” “Move.” One of the police officers urged Richard. “Good bye, Michael.” Richard smiled at him and let himself be led away. “Great job over here.” The man said and Mike finally looked at him. The man had tall, broad shoulders and determined features. He was human but looked quite intimidating, even compared to a wolf. He was most likely the director of the MI6.

Taylor raises his head and nods in my direction, saying, "Come in, Ms. Dawson." I go inside and it is then Mr. Orlando looks at me. I wish him a good afternoon to which he wishes back with a smile that is very handsome. Mr. Orlando is another famous professor in our college. He teaches maths and many girls are head over heels for him. Though he is very handsome, Mr. Taylor catches more attention than him because he is a strict man, unlike Mr. Orlando who smiles brightly at every student. Many of the girls take it wrong but it is clear to everyone that Mr. Orlando is just being humble and kind to everyone. And because he is engaged, he is a red flag.

David deserves to be hit back, for sure, but something’s not right here. “Do it. I didn’t raise you to be pathetic,” he hisses. His eyes lock on Oliver, who’s struggling with his wolf for control. He’s trying to calm Ace down. Before Oliver can do anything, I knock David out with a solid punch. His body slumps against mine as he falls unconscious. He’s still alive, but only just. I take a step back, resting his body against the wall. He can stay like that for all I care. I look around at the ruined room. All the furniture is completely destroyed.