Michael Fnaf Novels & Stories

’ Even though he couldn’t see me, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. He was still in my shop, standing in front of the counter when I arrived with the broom. He was about 5 feet 9 inches tall, not a gym body but fit enough to beat the crap out of anyone, with chocolate brown hair, fair skin tone, and black glasses to give him a geeky appearance. Overall, he was adorable but not cute enough to save him from destroying my cookies. Pictures on the internet, however, did not do him justice. Yes, I recognized him. Even though Dad was able to keep our and Nathan’s families from ever meeting, that didn’t stop me from looking them up on the Internet. It was Michael. Nathan’s eldest son who looked not

“Mistakes like this happen all the time! Don't worry about it.” My eyes flew up in surprise as I realized this was not just James, the serious-looking Alpha, but his younger brother as well. Michael's rugged good looks immediately caught my attention, from his short, dark hair swept back with effortless charm to the mischievous glint in his hazel eyes and the alluring curve of his lips as he flashed me a warm, captivating grin. “James can be a bit of a stick in the mud, he hasn’t had a girlfriend all his life, sometimes I think he is gay, but I promise I don't bite," he chuckled. “I'm Michael, by the way. It's nice to meet you...”

“Hi, Frans. I assume that I am in the right direction as the satnav points me here. There's a guarded gate and I rather not go in there showing my identification.” “Understood, wait for a moment.” Michael can hear Francois talking in another line. He sees one of the guards coming towards him. “Are you Michael Martin?” “Yes,” answered Michael. The guard nodded and then he made an okay sign to the camera. In a few second, Michael watches as the gate opens. He drove straight ahead but wondered as to where he is heading to. He glances at the satnav but it is not working. He then remembers that Francois should still be on the phone. 'Oh, he hung up,' he said, staring at his phone.

he said. I shook my head, he doesn't get it. "You don't get it, Mario-" "look at me, look at me. I have over 36 Mafian empires at my favour that are willing to stand for me any day any time, my aunt is one of the most influential Mafian leader in the world, I have people within and around this country willing to protect me when needs arises.

Michael supersped into the restroom as he picked the call “Hello mama” “Hello Michael,how are you doing” “am fine mama but there is trouble oo” Michael said with a tone of seriousness in his voice “What is the problem Michael?” “it's Amber mama,it's Amber ooo” “What happened to Amber Micheal,what Happened?” “Her 18th birthday is in seven days time mama,the same day the abomination is going to rise” “What?!!how,how is that possible?” “I don't know Mama,I don't know”

I groan, trying to buck him off me with no success. “I don’t get it. You said your dad is a warrior in your pack, you’d think he’d train you more,” he says getting off me and offering me his hand. I roll over, take his large hand, and let him help me to my feet. Michael Grigoryan was the first friend I made at Invictus. I’d like to say it was Alpha Amelia, but I don’t want to sound presumptuous. Michael is twenty-three so he’s a bit older than me, as I’m eighteen, turning nineteen in December. Michael is 6’4, not overly muscular but defined enough to make the women notice. He has sort of latte-coloured skin, dark black curly hair that sits like a soft nest on his head, deep dark brown eyes t

, Michael said just as he picked up his expensive white sleeve shirt and rushed out of the room, banging the door behind him. I felt relaxed not knowing what Spiffy had planned. Michael was my mate and the leader of one of the strongest Pack in Moon Hills, the Blue Fangs Pack and I was his Luna. Not quite long, my maid Steph walked into my room panting as she said “Alpha Michael said you should come down to the living room”. The scent of Spiffy's perfume filled the living room and as I was about to Sit beside my mate Michael he halted me with his hand as he said “Do not sit, hear what he has to say”.

Or wait, I have a better idea. " Michael! " I yelled loudly, hoping Michael would hear me from downstairs. Kylie and Madison plugged their ears and hissed at me, " Why are you yelling for Michael? " Madison asks. Once they're sure I wouldn't yell again they uncovered their ears slowly.1 " Michael can be our guard, Sean trusts him and he's the beta. " I shrug. I hope this'll work.

“But first, why don’t we see if we can find the facilities.” “What are fa-cil-i-tees? Are they like manatees?” Michael scrunched up his face. “The restroom, Michael.” Logan indicated an arrow pointing in the direction Rich was also pointing. “But I’m not tired!” Michael stamped his foot. “I don’t want to take a nap. I want ice cream.” Logan leaned down to whisper in his ear, then a smile spread across Michael’s face. “Ooooh. Okay. Me, too.” Rich sighed, loud and put-upon, but took off anyway,

Michael called me and said, "I got the magical alarm, who did you kill, Drax?" I replied, "Rogues," and he said, "Is the blood lust over or do you need me to come down there and suck your cock?" I cursed him, "Fuck off, you fucking fairy, my cock is too good for you." Michael laughed and said, "I am still stationed in Europe for a few more years, so be good." I told him I was good after he had sung to me to calm me down. My instinct is always to go to Michael for anything, even with my blood lust, I killed so many rogues, I was a raging bloodaholic, and I trust him with my life still after all these years. He hug me for fifteen minutes when I came back, and I must say I had missed the fuckin