Michael Dsmp Novels & Stories

He had a few buttons undone, that pointed out his muscular build. “Welcome home,” I greeted with a wide smile before turning back to Damian, forcing a few pieces of broccoli onto his plate. “Good evening, Daddy,” Damian said, and Michael acknowledged him with a nod as he took his seat next to Grandpa Ed. “How was work today?” Grandpa Ed asked, sipping water. “Normal,” Michael replied curtly. “Nothing exciting happened?” “It’s just the same routine.” “I heard the NAMSA award nomination list was announced today. Were you not among the nominees?”

She thought inwardly “Hello miss Thompson I’m Micheal smith from the Preston group. We invited you here today to deal with some problems that occurred at yesterday’s interview.” The one who spoke was a handsome man in a tailored suit. He was sitting right in the middle of the long table, and he was eyeing Mia carefully. His golden-rimmed glasses made his face look like the typical boy next door, charming and friendly. It helped that he also had a mole at the outer corner of his eyes. Micheal smith? Why did he have to do all of this?

So that’s his name. Michael tilted his head, considering Darius for a moment before exhaling dramatically. Then, with lazy amusement, he rose to his feet, moving toward us like this was some casual family reunion. “I came to restore the pack to good health,” Michael said smoothly, spreading his arms like he was doing Darius a fucking favor. “So why are you acting like this?” Darius’s jaw flexed. “Maybe because I didn’t ask for your help.” Michael sighed. “Well, maybe you should have.”

I hung up the call with a broad smile on my face, the door opened and Michael walked in with an equal smile on his face too. “ Have you heard the news?” We both called out to each other at the same time. Michael paused and burst out laughing, I couldn't help joining him as we both laughed. “ How did you know?” I asked him shocked, I mean Danny was talking to me on the phone just now there was no way he would be talking to him too. “ You keep forgetting that I am the CEO of Thompson's Hospital. I have my ways” Michael replied winking at me as he handed me a glass of coffee and a burnt egg that looked like a scrambled egg but this was an ugly version of it.

“Wait, what were you talking about? Who is your mate? Sophia?” “Let’s get the hell out of here, or don’t you want the bath and whatever else you said you wanted anymore?” Michael asked over his shoulder, striding towards the car and leaving Duncan with no choice but to follow after him. They both got into the car, with Michael carefully avoiding Sophia's gaze. He could sense her staring at him and wondered what the hell her problem was. Also, he could sense Duncan looking between the two of them. A quick glance at the internal rearview mirror showed that Duncan was indeed doing just that, with a calculative look on his face that Michael was not sure that he liked. Something told him that he

he says, voice low but clear, as though testing how my name feels in his mouth after all this time. I swallow, my pulse thudding a little too loud in my ears. “This is Damon Sawyer,” Michael continues, gesturing to the man beside him. “He is a friend and someone I trust.” There’s a brief silence before he adds, “He’s here to help… clear up a misunderstanding.”

“Even though Aitairy didn’t show up, you still managed to find out my identity.” Michael chuckled, his gaze flickering toward Mandy, who was watching the machine at the center. “Exclusive live broadcast from Hurricane International. On camera, you still looked just as handsome as before. A man like you was exactly the kind to trick Jessica.” Before Chris could speak, Michael sneered and faced him directly. “No wonder your temper had been getting worse recently. A few days ago, I met that pharmaceutical representative named Dale Roberts. I heard when he mentioned the International Medical Organization, Mr. Green flew into a rage. So, it seems you know quite a lot!”

The three men sat in Damien office as they began to talk about their plan. "So what have you spot out Aaron? "Damien ask as he unbutton his shirt. "Yes boss, the warehouse house at Detroit is Michael Stan biggest generator and also his clubhouse in mexico also generate too but not enough sir. "Aaron said looking at the other two men. "So he don't even have enough properties and still his shoulder is high"Edward smirk in disgust.

His influence over the doctors had ensured that the results would align with his deceitful narrative. As Michael continued his self-congratulatory stroll, he entered one of the empty ballet studios within the entertainment complex. The expansive room echoed with his footsteps as he walked towards the center, where a lone figure awaited. And that figure was none other but Sam Smith, the ballet coach that was still sweating after training people for 8 hours. “Oh, hey Michael, you seem really happy now,” he said, before raising his hand to catch the water bottle that Michael just threw. “Is something good just happening to you now?”

His face was still pale, and I could see the exhaustion dragging at his features. But his eyes were sharp. Focused. Determined. I swallowed hard. “Who is he?” Michael hesitated. Then he said, “His name is Daniel Carter. He used to work for Damien.” That made my stomach drop. “Used to?” I repeated. Michael nodded. “He was Damien’s accountant—handled all the money, all the offshore accounts, all the dirty transactions. But then something changed.” I frowned. “What?” Michael leaned back against the bar, his fingers running through his hair. “Carter found something. Something Damien didn’t want him to know.”