Michael Holden Heartstopper Novels & Stories

“This will get to the ears of many, and it will be a statement of who you are.” I perked a brow, turning to look at him. “And who am I, Michael?” His chuckle annoyed me slightly. He was being cocky. “You are Roanne Mailen, a brilliant History student, who will do great things. And it happens that you, Roanne Mailen, also have caught the attention of a rich and handsome guy named Michael. How about that?” I shook my head, he was cocky, yes, but he was also finding humor in the whole situation. I felt overwhelmed, but I felt safe in his watchful eyes and protective arms.

“You’re really bad at hiding it, to be honest.” “I said stop.” But he just laughed harder. And somehow I smiled too. Then finally, he caught his breath, his voice dropping slightly. “Seriously though. You should talk to her.” I looked away automatically. My eyes drifting back to Sydney. She was still sitting there, still alone. Holding that cup like it was the only thing keeping her together. Whatever Maeve had done tonight was working too well. And I hated the realization immediately. “You think so?” I asked quietly “Been a long time since I saw you look at someone like that, man.” Micheal teased. “And honestly? It kind of looks like she’s feeling you too.”

“There were rumours that he is gay; but seeing how he wants to devour our friend with his eyes, I sincerely doubt it.” "Well, you can see how Jo can be low profile!” Elen commented as she appeared between Mike and Peter. The romantic rock ballad ended and another, even more romantic one, began playing. When Mike heard the first tones of “Can’t stop loving you” by Van Halen, he was even more furious; his heart was pounding like mad. What was the irony? Somebody was really playing with his emotions. Jo and the magnificent looking stranger were still together in that 'dance', that is, if you could call it a dance. Because for Mike, it was basically making out in public.

Michaël smiled before lifting Charlotte's face with his finger making her dip into his emeralds. “You have and will never have an answer because Charlotte Brighton, you are a liar and the worst that exists. You try to give yourself a role that is not yours, the truth is that you fell in love with me three years ago at a ceremony of business leaders organized by my father whose yours was also invited, you put an option on me as someone who should belong to you. You started manipulating girls who had the same feelings as you so that none would have the courage to approach me assuring you that I will always be free but unfortunately for you, I have always found you tasteless and bland, you woul

“The idea of you holding another woman like you’re holding me right now—it doesn’t please me.” Micheal was caught off guard by her honesty, his heart skipping a beat at her confession. His smile softened into something deeper, more affectionate. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together as he whispered into her ear, his voice low and sincere. “I will only hold you close, Yvonne,” he said, his breath warm against her skin. “To my heart, my body, and my soul.”

Olivia takes her phone out and starts taking photos of me holding Michael next to my chest. “He is perfect” - I whisper “Yes he is” - Olivia says looking at both is us and her eyes are full of tears. Another chapter later on stay safe Love Peyton

Michael emphasizes his words, aiming to tell his mother that he is old enough to make the right decision. “Michael, listen to me. Don’t be stubborn. Your dad has stopped cooperating with the Miller family. It is Lendon Martin who they offended. We can’t take risks.” Jane’s voice came again with full concern. Lendon Martin. Hearing this name, Michael felt upset. He had made some investigation. It seemed that Kendra was his girlfriend now. There were pictures of them hanging out. Kendra had found someone else. It made him feel sad, as he really loved Kendra.

“I know. I know how risky this is, Isabella. But I couldn’t stay away. I read your message one hundred times. I watched that video until I almost came hands-free. You left me hanging all day. I’ve been hard for hours thinking about you.” I stood up and walked toward him slowly, my bare feet silent on the floor. When I got close, I could smell his cologne mixed with the faint scent of sweat. I reached out and placed my palm flat on his chest, feeling how fast his heart was racing under my hand. “You’re shaking,” I said softly, almost mocking. “Look at you. Big strong Michael, sneaking into his girlfriend’s twin sister’s room like a pathetic little thief. Does it turn you on knowing how wrong

Liam: “Wait, what kind of party? Because last time you said that, we ended up in a silent disco surrounded by taxidermy.” I choked on a laugh. That was apparently not a metaphor. Michael: “A REAL party. Real love. Real relationship. Maybe real vows. TBD.” Trey: “Blink twice if she’s holding you hostage.” Leah (yelling into the phone): “I’m not holding him hostage! I just made the mistake of loving him.” Liam (deadpan): “Yikes.” Trey: “We’ll bring champagne and a taser. Just in case.” Michael grinned like he’d just cured heartbreak itself. “Perfect. See you Saturday.”

She was already looking away angrily from his face. "If you don't hold my hand and act accordingly as though we are in a relationship, I'll expose your true identity now," Michael said with a serious look. "Are you kidding me right now? Is this how you plan on winning my heart?" Amy asked. "Winning your heart is primary, that's right. But if I can not win your heart then I will win your body," Michael said. There was so much desperation glaring on his face. Amy immediately regretted accepting to follow him to this place.