Michael Heartstopper Novels & Stories

Surprisingly he had crept up behind me when I was focused on my phone and now he was tickling me on my ribs. “ Stop it, Michael. I don't have the stamina to laugh” I called loudly to him in between laughs. Michael paused as he rolled us onto the bed with him underneath gazing up at me with love-filled eyes which caused my heartbeat to escalate. I could never doubt his love for me. “ And what is that supposed to mean, amore?” Michael called out to me as he bent down to kiss my neck, trailing kisses down to my cleavage. I was a mess when his lips found mine. I hungrily hugged him closer, opening up to him as he swept through my tongue searching for whatever.

I had been with him since childhood,then not long ago, Michael had promised me that his feelings for Annabel were purely friends' love and that I was the only one he loved. As I watched them kiss, another fireworks streaked across the sky ,then suddenly Michael jolted awake, pushing Annabel aside with a sudden force. "We can't do this, Annabel" Her face still flushed,and the firelight made her more attractive and captivating.She bit her lower lips and said,"Mich,I didn't mean for any of this to happen.i just ..... can't control myself". "It's alright,I will make a call,I'm not angry " Michael gently stroked her hair.

I asked him " Yes you should tell and be clear at your heart. "He said " now tell me who is he? "he asked " you, it's you who stole my heart. Believe me kiaan I tried hard not fall for you but my stupid heart never listen to me. It signs itself to you. I know the thought is absurd but I love you and I really hope that you have some Feelings for me. But I know it's not the matter. "I told him and he knows I'm serious

Since she married Joshua, it seemed that Senior had slowly disappeared from her life, to the point that she could barely remember that person, this Senior who had been so kind to her in college. Thinking about this, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty in her heart and wanted to get up, but she was stopped by her superior: "It's okay, you don't have to get up. I heard you were in the hospital, so I came to see you.“ Seeing Astrid lie back down, Michael continued, ”From now on, don't call me Senior. We graduated a year ago, you can call me Michael." Although his face looked carefree, anguish still appeared in his eyes. Michael was Astrid's superior at university, a year older than her.

she asked, her voice trembling. Michael sighed, his expression softening. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to ask me. I’ve told you before — you can make the decision. I’m always thrilled to let the world know I’m Davina Parker’s fiancé, that she’s off limits.” He winked, but his mood quickly soured, his voice hardening.

He became furious and get into a fight with Micheal, while I tried to stop the fight. “Please stop…..hunhh….please….don’t do this to me” I sobs preventing him from hitting Michael further “I trusted you Flora, I….i….” Axel Shuttered, I could see the pain in his eyes, as Michael roared out in laughter, as he spoke in mockery. “Look here lover boy, Flora is already taken…..why stressing yourself over her…she doesn’t love you, as you can see, she screamed my name like a bitch that she is” Michael snaps.

“I thought it wasn’t real. You know Michael, always so guarded, stone cold, Mr. Untouchable. But that moment… he looked at me like I was his entire world. I swear, Disha, I fell in love with him all over again.” “Alessa Harter,” she breathed, using my name like a reprimand. “The same man who turned Alexa down seven years ago? The man who never let anyone in? That same Michael, down on one knee, calling you his wife? Girl, what did you do to him? Don’t tell me you used hypnosis. Don’t tell me you did some kind of magic.” “Shut up,” I laughed, shoving her shoulder while we both doubled over in fits of laughter that left us gasping.

The kiss, gentle yet brimming with longing and promises, held them in a moment suspended in time. As their lips reluctantly parted, Annie's needy moan echoed in the quietness of the room, the magnetic pull between them palpable. Michael, his eyes filled with both hunger and restraint, spoke in a husky tone, "We have to stop, or we won't make it to the party. But, Annie, please don't feel like we have to do this."

Then she heard it: the faint sound of footsteps approaching. “Michael,” she called out, her voice steady despite the fear gripping her chest. A shadow emerged from the hallway, and Michael stepped into the room. His face was a twisted mask of longing and anger. “Isabelle,” he said softly, his voice dripping with desperation. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.” She stood, her back straight as she faced him. “This has to stop, Michael. You’re hurting everyone—Clara, Andrew, me. Don’t you see what you’re doing?”

“I didn’t come here for that…” “But it’s what you’re thinking about,” I teased, my mouth brushing the corner of his jaw. “I’m not,” he lied. “You’re a bad liar.” Michael’s hands clenched at his sides. He was burning up beneath me. I could feel it—his confusion, his resistance, and the undeniable attraction he hated admitting. “You like this,” I said against his ear. “You like me being close. You just hate yourself for it.” “Shut up.” “Make me.”