Michael Douglas Novels & Stories

“Mario…” “I see the way the two of you look at one another, and you are Diego’s Claudia as he is your Mario. The love that I see is one that I know I had, and may still have for his mother.” He said, stopping me. “Do not let rage and anger get the best of you. Do not be like your old man here.”

I can feel my face heat up red as they nod and turn off a machine or two. “ Thank you Madam Charlotte, would you like to see what we were going to do? He does need surgery because he’s left kidney is damaged and it looks like his knee bone is broken” the doctor explained to me as Creed walks over to me with a chair so I can sit down. “ Can you fix it? I mean can you help him?” I asked pulling my legs to my chest

I wanted to talk to you privately. - Dominic, you are one of my best friends. I will always have time for you. He stood by my side but wasn't looking at the stage. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that John and Peter are sitting next to Raven, and it's Peter he's looking at. The world takes many turns.

Just sleeping, and that seems unbelievable now. I met Michael at the beginning of my first year at Columbia. He was starting the second semester of his undergraduate studies, majoring in something I can't remember. We only spent a few days together, maybe a week, a very intense week, before he left to study at Oxford. Well, that was the goodbye to Michael Grey. I lost the guy to a prestigious university in England. I couldn't compete, Kate. "Are you okay?" he asks as we step away from the hug.

She broke into a smile. “Okay, let’s go downstairs.” “Get dressed,” he said. She picked up her robe and quickly wrapped her hands around him, laughing as she felt his body tense. Adonis was a terrible actor, and if he were to have a rating, he wouldn't even get up to one star. They went downstairs together, and when they reached the living room, Sophia saw her parents and a strange woman. Her anger was feral. She didn’t get why her silly parents wouldn’t let her be.

Their fangs flashed furiously at him as they snarled. Uncle Bob wondered if his brother and the detective had gotten to Eleanor. He was buying time for them all these while. He doesn't mind dying in the hands of the hungry wolves before him if only he would be certain of Eleanor's safety. The wolves made to charge at him but a commanding voice had them halting in their paws. "Stop right there!!!" Next a group of them still in their human forms marched towards them. Dragging with them was both detective Rob and Mr Samuel and not a sight of Eleanor did he see amongst them. His shoulder fell in disappointment.

Oscar said and he nodded and sat down. "Who is he? " Maribel asked confusednot knowing who he was and so were Maya and Mimi. "This Joey Reagan......He is the private detective investigating the hit on Mimi. " Oliver revealed and the ladies nodded. "Did you find the evidence we needed? " David asked impatient because he wanted Noel out of their lives as soon as possible. "Yes I did but not what we expected. " Reagan said confusing all of them. "What do you mean? " Oscar asked not liking the situation.

Grate she said. This sweet masculine tone looks familiar but it looks as if I can’t recognize you. Could you please tell me who you are? I am Douglas. I don’t think we have met before. Ah Douglas, are you the one who bought the martial arts book from me right? And you said you were practicing martial arts, aren’t you? Yes, I am the one I said with passion.

I started to say, "Definitely yes." He moved away laughing at my comment. "I can't believe you said I have the voice of a weird, perverted old man," he said amused. "But a very sexy old man," I murmured moving up and down my eyebrows in a suggestive way, "Bruce Willis style, for example." “What are you saying?” He exclaimed surprised, "Helena, that man is over 60...” "Well, he's like wine," I answered turning up the music when Cher began to play, "I love this song!"

I could hear a thump and I feel a smile start to appear on my face. Walking inside, I see my cousin Jackson standing over my special guest. Andrew Mack. A cook who works at the Romani's. I had my boys go and pick him up when night when he was walking to his car alone. He's been here for about three days and so far hasn't had anything to drink or eat. His body is getting weaker by the minute and I just want to crush his spirit. I want him to get his hopes up and then kill them. I want to see his face light up and then go pale. I want him to suffer.