Michael Dxd Novels & Stories

Marco was the one to bury Darius. Adryan placed the boquet of lillies he had in his hand on the tomstone. his eyes finding the name on the tombstone, sadness enveloping him as he was hit with nostalgia. Darius James Blackwood 21st march 1994 - 13th December 2023 he saw a young Darius's smiling face in front of him, the memories of the good time hitting him like a truck as a tear trickled down his chin. He was mourning for is brother, with whom he had estranged a long time ago.

I concluded and dashed out of the living room…. My mind wasn't settled and I just couldn't function properly. .. knowing that she was in her most vulnerable state anything could happen, especially when from the info I had gathered so far from Alex about Michael that micheals history and info seems to be inconsistent…. Some say he has a brother and some say he doesn't, sometimes his age even changes with a huge gap difference. I mean I get it he's a cop but he was not a private investigator or a spy??? I rushed to Desiree's room and walked in slowly….

Maddox was dead, he was really dead, the years of abuse was finally over and I drop to my knees sobbing, it was over, it was really over. The man standing next to me tries to pull me up but I was sobbing uncontrollably. Daryl’s large black wolf pads towards me and he nuzzles his head against mine, reaching my arms around his neck, I hug him tightly, his black fur tickling my face. After a few moments he pulls out of my hug as I stay knelt on the ground, he shifts back and one of the men throw a pair of joggers at him. I barely got a chance to see him as the tears were still clouding my vision.

“I’ll help.” At the mention of “daughter,” Dexter suddenly stirred. “A daughter? Whose daughter? Where is she?” “It’s just a friend’s child, Uncle Dexter,” Michael said quickly, trying to calm him. Dexter tried to rise from his wheelchair. Michael gently pressed him back down. His mind was clear—only his emotions were fragile. “I’ll arrange some people to help search,” Dexter insisted. Though his health had declined, his wealth and resources remained. Michael was about to decline.

It's been a few days since Alex left, and as much as hate to admit it, I kind of miss him. Mr. Simmons has also been bugging me with the finalization of the selling of my company. It didn't matter to him that I just came from a fucking car accident and couldn't walk. My secretary walked me through all the damages that the company suffered over the past few months and honestly, it was better to start over despite the protests of others. I decided to just get it over with and signed the papers and complete the transfer, not wanting to deal with Simmons anymore.

Michael I woke up to pain in my chest, I was sweating and I knew it was because Emerie was being intimate with Drax, I got up and went to the gym to burn the pain off. I had gotten accustomed to it, and it is what drives me to stay focused on my team, two of my men were sent out to take out an important minister with the council, he was a child rapist and we hate those. I had pending contracts in Ravena and we were anonymous, no one knew who we were and that was for security reasons. We would have a lot of enemies if they knew who headed my organization and I believe some people were trying to figure out who we are but we are a secretive group and sworn to secrecy. We were considered all bro

“Then we find him.” Valerian nodded once. “We will. I’ll send my men east. I know the tides better than anyone.” As they walked toward the exit, Alexandro paused. “Thank you… for not being who I thought you were.” Alexandro meant what he said, and he thinks about a saying that even in the toughest time, something good will happen, and this is what it is. Alexandro will be forever grateful for the help that Valerian is going to do.

"Anyways, I’m here for her. Be fast about it. My men are waiting outside for my commands, and with that, your men are doomed." "How dare you come into my home to lay a threat on me?" Hadeon roared. Michael’s expression turned mocking. "I am the high first-head Don in Mafia. Should I use a Microphone to announce that, or are you too old to hear my words?”. He chuckled dryly, Hedeon glared murderously at him, his fist clutching on his staff. Each time his reminded of how powerful Michael Dickson is, his fury, and test of power buckle. “ I don’t follow rules; it’s not in my list. So release the woman, Hadeon."

I whimpered, and he stared at me like a real mad woman in the trashcan, "Xavier is more powerful than Xander. He is Xander's father and has numerous guards and dark magic. He sits on his throne in the Red Moon Pack's Royal Chamber and rarely comes out unless he is about to go to war. How on earth do you think of killing him in your entire life!!!" Hutton growled, gritting his teeth in fury. I bowed my head to the ground, reminiscing about his words. He was right: how would I ever kill Xavier? I won't gain access to him freely without losing my life!!!

“How do you know he has a secretary?” Michael hesitated before mumbling, “I know where you work.” Alex’s eyes widened. “What? How? And you didn’t think to tell me?” Michael exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because… I didn’t think it was necessary. You never told me where you worked, so I figured it was best to act like I didn’t know.” Alex’s stomach twisted. “So you know my boss?” Michael nodded. “Jaxon Waverly. I know him from the internet. I found out where you work online.”