Michael Heartstopper Novels & Stories

Sophia means nothing and the fact she was tormenting Cassandra on purpose has Michael angry. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry,” Michael says as he grabs Cassandra's arms and picks her up, he spins them around and pushes her up against the wall, trapping her, he places Cassandra’s legs securely around his waist holding her up. Cassandra stops struggling and looks at Michael, tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry I made you feel like that, I have zero feelings for Sophia and you being uncomfortable with her around should have made me realize. I’m so sorry Cassandra, you’re everything to me, please forgive me” Michael lets out. His warm and rigged breath hits on Cassandra’s skin.

He says nothing, but winds a lock of my hair around a finger then traces the outline of my lips with the finger. He kisses me, very softly, his lips barely touching mine, and I glow inside. The silence is broken by a groan; Michael´s voice. "Ah fuck! What are you doing to me Charlotte? I´ve woken up again with a fucking hard-on. The fucking thing´s levering me off the fucking bed." I crease up with laughter, then lie back, spreading my legs. "Climb on board, Michael. Get it out of your system." -----

We were in the heart of the French countryside, and it felt like a scene I’d once only seen in books—far away from press scandals, boardroom explosions, and heartbreaking stares. “I told you this was going to be worth the drive,” I said, nudging her. Harper let out a breath. “You were right. I already want to cry. Look at those woodcut prints…” “There you are,” came a voice behind us. We both turned—and Harper immediately stiffened. Michael. My brother looked effortlessly handsome in a navy sweater and charcoal coat, the collar flipped slightly up like he hadn’t noticed or hadn’t cared. He was holding two drink tickets and a folded program, and gave us a faint smile as he approached.

I narrated everything I said to her, clearly omitting the part where I kissed him because I was too ashamed to tell anyone about it and when I was done, her jaw was down and her eyes were wide while she looked at me in surprise. “Wow. That… that is a lot that you unpacked in one night” she said as she still gaped and I nodded in agreement. “Yeah and I wish I didn't. He probably hates me even more now” I told her and she hugged me from the back before resting her chin on my shoulder comfortingly. “The only people that Michael hates are his mafia rivals and he never wastes time in taking them out. Why? He believes that harboring hatred is draining” she said to me. Then she turned me around to

She hooked an arm around Michael’s shoulders, “You’re mine! No one can take you away from me, I’ll fight anyone who tries!” Michael laughed, gentle gaze soft and sweet like honey. “I’m yours for life.” “Michael, don’t you dare leave!” Michael turned and looked at her coldly. “Miss Dawson, I’m sorry but I think you understand the situation, I have a girlfriend! So please stop bothering us, I hope you find the right man for you soon.” Amelia stared at their retreating backs and screamed in anger, stomping her foot on the ground petulantly, sharp heel-clicking against the tiles.

she asked louder than before and Michael countenance changed so does everyone else in the room, Princess Claire clearly wanted to say something but he kept preventing her and although she isn’t sure the reason for the obedience she listened still “Am I wrong?” she asked and pause for an effect of her word “you simply can’t get closer or open your heart to any other woman because your heart still has me, I know you still love me Your highness, you’re just denying it…” she kept talking and drawing closer to him at the same time using the effect of her words, thinking her words are working perfectly on him Michael knew he cannot fall for her evil trap again this time and neither can he let his

she noted dryly, though her own heart was beating rapidly against her ribs. "I'm just surprised," he insisted, his wide, honest smile expanding until the stress lines around his eyes completely smoothed out. He stepped across the remaining six inches of clearance, his large hand coming out from his pocket. He didn't force an intimacy, but his fingers were open, waiting for her confirmation. "I am completely, beautifully surprised. But it's not a bad anomaly." A genuine, hot tear slipped down Ava’s cheek, cutting through the cold winter air. Michael reached out, his large, warm fingers closing gently around her wrist, his thumb brushing with a slow, rhythmic pressure across her knuckles. He a

I growl in his face. “Do it!” Michael hisses. “Kill me already and stop this nonsense!” Chuckling, I tighten my hold on his throat, then throw him aside, smiling as his body collides with the floor. Slowly, I turn and look down at him, “Michael, you old fool, you can’t die just yet.” “Why?” Michael chokes out, holding a hand over his throat. “Why can’t you just end this for good?” I bark out a laugh and nudge him with my foot, forcing a sickeningly sweet tone to my voice. “Amelia would be so devastated to learn about your death after we return from the gathering, don’t you think? Are you really that heartless to hurt her so much?”

“Isn't it clear? Flower girl, no billionaire on earth will ditch his mansion and luxury to be in that shitty ass kitchen cooking just to please you. Just to win your goddamn heart. Girl, that man is gold.” Instinctively, I drift my gaze to Michael and my heart melts further. He's looking down at grams with a bold grin on his handsome face. There's no bitterness on his face. No arrogance, just joy, happiness, and something else. Something I don't want to admit. Love. As if feeling my gaze on him, Michael looks at me and beams, making my heart flip. I cut my gaze away from him, staring back at Maisie. Then, I whisper back. “I can't do that. There's no future for us.”

“Which? “ I question, my words almost stumbling. I get to clear my throat, pretending there is a blockage, but that's a total farce he sees through, as his eyes lift, but he lets go of it, for some certain reason, which I don't have a clue about. “I think Devin has a thing for you, and is unavoidable trying to know if we got together or called it quits” I mouth an incoherent word, with my lips encircling. “And Eleanor's friends, they are being a bit aggressive, especially that guy, her closest friend ” he mentions, pushing his eyebrows in, as he shows some disgust, which his face forever fails to truly portray. “So you tried to show me off? ” I question, while watching him pop the buttons of