Michael Heartstopper Novels & Stories

Knowing this won’t end good. He stops in his tracks. As he turns around, he looks pissed. I start to get worried; I didn’t know what to do at this moment. I didn’t know what this man was capable of. He looks me straight in the eyes, and he began to speak. “My name is Michael, Michael Henderson. I apologize for being a dick, as you would call it. I didn’t mean to kiss you, I just wanted you to shut up, but clearly, it didn’t work. So, I hope this will make you happy.”

"So look at me right now." Avelyn did not expect that the prince of the school, Michael Phoenix, would spin her body in a single hard beat and make her body sway at once until she hit the man's chest hard. Then when Avelyn looked up, Michael's captivating smile had held her in silence. She is simply paralyzed by the charm of Michael which she has often underestimated because she has never really dealt with him. But now that he was hugging her with one hand and the other that she had deliberately tucked into the pocket of his trousers, Avelyn had to admit her defeat to his charm. “Ave! Hello... Avelyn Right? Are you daydreaming again?"

I was about to approach him and offer help but an alpha came. “What the hell? Is he going to take advantage— oh! Nevermind.” I said as I turned my back because the male omega just kiss the alpha man but he avoided it. “I think they know each other.” I turn my back to go to where my cousin is but a hand suddenly stops me from going. “Who?” I ask myself as I turn around to see who asshole grabbed my hand. I don’t really like someone else touching me. “Hi, long time no see.” He smirked as if he saw something funny. “Miss Beatrice.”

I am not crying, I am angry as hell, I plan to kill as many of these bastards as possible, he sees that fire in my eyes. "Okay, see you soon." Micheal says out loud, then he leans in and kisses my forehead before he sprints away towards the safe houses. I can feel Ansel's eyes on my, he is jealous, but he won't say anything. Mal tells me. I hear the enemy closing in, an army of vampires, more than I can count. If we are going to die tonight I don't want him to die sad.

ROSE “Please, stop crying, princess. If you’ll just let me, I’ll go there and kick his ass,” Michael said gently, his thumbs wiping away my tears. “You know I can’t let you do that…” I clung to him, sobbing into his chest. “I don’t know, Michael… I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m terrified of giving him another chance. What if it just ends with me breaking all over again?” His arms wrapped tighter around me, grounding me with quiet strength. “Just be strong,” he murmured. “Just be you, princess. And do whatever it is your heart needs to do.”

More handsome than Henry Cavill, Chris Evans, Channing Tatum - more handsome than any hollywood star. A wavy strand of sandy hair fell onto Michael's perfect lean and imposing face, his sky blue eyes shining as they met mine. He met my gaze, then his eyes wandered down to my lips, then back up to my eyes again. "I want to kiss you so, so bad, mon amour." My heart was beating rapidly against my chest and I wasn't able to catch my breath, but I nodded. I leaned in close until our noses touched, which resulted in Michael tilting his head slightly, so he could kiss me – I closed my eyes and waited for his lips to touch mine.

I cried. "That's fine, Emma. You can..." I didn't let him complete his statement as I stood, brushing my lips against his. At first, he tried to break free, but along the line, I felt he gave in to the kiss as my hands began to move down his well-built muscular back. I just wanted more of him. I wanted him to make love to me like he normally did. "Stop... stop," he said, breaking free, as I widened my eyes in shock. Did Michael actually ask me to stop? I couldn't bring myself to accept the fact that Michael's love for me was long gone.

I stopped outside our bedroom door, which was slightly ajar, and my breath caught in my throat when I heard the name "Sophie.” "I can't keep doing this, Michael, I'm tired of this game already." Sophie’s voice was soft, almost pleading. "I love you, but this situation... it's tearing me apart. How much longer can we keep pretending? Every passing day, I want to tell Anna the whole truth about us." "I know," Michael replied, his voice sounds frustrated. "But you have to be patient. I’m trying to end things with Anna, but it's complicated. She's not making this easy. I can't stand her clinginess anymore.”

he whispered, his voice still thick with sleevewarm. “Good morning,” I whispered back, my smile matching his. With one stretch, he reached out, pulling me closer, his hand against my skin. I let out a small giggle as I tumbled toward him, my body landing gently on his chest. His lips brushed mine in a soft, lingering kiss, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. But it was only a few seconds after that that Michael made my heart skip a beat when, out of nowhere, he opened his mouth to say:

It was nice to see people smile and move and engage in other activities, the school has been disturbingly quiet since Garry died. I moved into the other entrance of the hall and was welcomed by Micheal's honey eyes. "Hello, you…You have been MIA," he smiled. Michael was a charming young man, any girl would bite to have him stare at her. But somehow my heart never flickered when he smiled or when he teased. He was persistent and a chaser I would give him that, but I didn't want to be ahead of myself, maybe he was just trying to be a friend.