Michael Douglas Novels & Stories

Robert Owens — a curious blend of Scottish and Welsh — but I’d never called him anything but Michael. He was a compact, muscular man, built like a fighter, not a neurosurgeon. The walls of his office were decorated with surreal Dali prints and a signed photo of John McEnroe, trophy in hand. In his usual snark, McEnroe had scrawled, "You cannot be serious!"

Simon held his shoulders down, forcing him to stop thrashing. “Poison!” I shouted. “He’s been poisoned! We need to take off his straps and rolll him over his sides.” “Of the sib—” His straps were off succesfully now, but his skin. It was so pale. “He’s dying.” Keyleth whispered, hovering over us. “Ly—sera.” The spasms stopped, the red veins in his eyes fully extended to his irises. He was dead.

Joseph answered her question. “Sweep? I was in there earlier and the place was immaculate.” Joseph laughed, releasing all the tension from her shoulders. “Not that kind of sweeping. He's looking for bugs.” “Bugs. Dominic thinks he has bugs in his office?” The idea sounded more absurd than the guy sweeping a clean office. When Joseph realized she was completely off the mark. He pulled himself together. “I'm not sure how much Mr Montego has told you. But bugs are listening devices that can be left to record conversations…” when he saw her eyes sparkle, he let the sentence trail off

After a while, he stood still and Dr Greg let out a sigh. "Now, take him back to the MRI room. No mistakes should be made and no stalling as well!" He ordered and walked back to the DNA room. He clasped his shaking hands. It had been a close call. He would have died at the hands of Trevor Williamson today and he was certain his case might be like the orders as well.

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The room wasn't very large but it was a descent size enough to keep someone cozy. I got up rubbing my eyes walking but was suddenly knocked to the ground.To my horror I saw that my ankle had a chain on it and was tied to the bed. I heard foosteps approaching and I quickly got back up and sat on the bed when I saw Brian coming in. "Millie, you're awake. That's lovely." He said shutting the door and I saw soup with bread on a tray and some apple juice my favorite.

7, but still considering her heels Louisa was still much taller than he was probably two inches taller. “My name is Grace Winters, it’s nice to meet you guys”. Grace said smiling. “Well since you all have introduced yourself, You should introduce yourself to the company too”. DD said getting up from her seat. DD was quite taller than Grace had expected, She was about the same height as Louisa who was smiling uncontrollably. It was expected, Doris Denver was a household name in the Entertainment Industry, Though she worked for Mr Black, She could succeed much more if she was on her own, but everyone knew of her loyalty to Mr Black. She had been with him ever since he started Black Ent.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

I never met this Connor guy but from just what I have heard here alone I have huge respect for him and how he treated Rosie. "He does... he did..." Tony tries to cover a growl with a cough, but he fails miserably and this has Rosie smiling. She places her hand on his chest and leans into him. "As I said earlier, Conner was like a brother to me, that was all." He nods giving her a gentle smile. "I know sweetheart. I didn't mean to growl. Zero is just being an asshole, ignore him!" Everyone in the room chuckles, including Rosie, before we sober up and come back to our reality.