Michael Ian Black Book Novels & Stories

Quisito declared again and Winston’s heart thumped with happiness. After the meeting, Quisito began thinking of different ways in which he could put her in a helpless situation and came up with the idea for blackmail. On her 16th birthday, he had worn a spy cam inside a button, made with the help of nanotechnology, just to test the efficiency of the device. He unexpectedly captured the murder of Richard and decided to use it against her, to blackmail her to sleep with him. It was a very painful thing for him to do, but he did it anyway because he wanted to bring her back, for her father.

Without the sound it did look like Michael was enjoying being tied up and fucked by a big, thick cock while his own cock was stroked and then cumming all over his own body. FUCK!!! Blackmailer: So, are you gonna do it? Michael sighed. Michael: Yes. Blackmailer: Good bitch. The next day while Skyla was in the shower, and Michael went into one of her drawers and found her underwear. He wasn't bothered about which one he took, but he knew he had to be quick.

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

Miguel said with one hand on my face and in all eternity in which I was alive - I have never felt as disgusted as at that moment. "3 weeks to get rid of that damned phoenix and bring our dear saint near the king. Don’t fail... brother" he was so close when I said what I held on to not make a face when I felt the hot breath on my face. "Okay... brother" I said and like a divine flame, Michael simply disappeared in a golden flash. ⋅• ♱ •⋅

I roared. “It wasn’t us, Killian,” a voice called from the back, heavy with anxiety. “We swear on our lives. After what happened to Lucian, nobody is dumb enough to even look at her.” “Nobody touches your property, Blackwood,” another added quickly, raising his hands defensively. “The Lot is completely out of it. We don’t play with written notes and blood. That’s not our style.” I scanned their faces one by one, looking for a single crack, a single flicker of hesitation or guilt.

Pressed into it, the symbol of a chess knight. Marcus saw it immediately and his expression darkened. “No..." Elena looked at him. “You know it?" He nodded slowly. “I hoped I'd never see it again." She broke the seal and inside was a sheet of paper. No greeting. Just a single paragraph which she read out loud disregarding the “read when you’re alone” sign. **Michael Blackwood has spent nineteen years chasing ghosts. The Consortium he feared no longer exists. It collapsed years ago. What remained was one man using its name to settle old scores. Everything ends today. Let him tell you why.**

“You need to act fast, or you could lose everything. Can’t you see that? Hurry now!” As she starts to walk slowly to her room, I turn back to Michael, who is on the phone with the airport. His expression quickly shifts from concentration to confusion. “What is it?” I ask, feeling the anxiety creeping back in. “Uh, apparently they can’t book a flight for us,” he says, frowning. “I just asked about the next available flight, and they’re saying I’m on a blacklist.” “A blacklist? What do you mean?” I ask, my panic rising. “How can that be?”

My breath caught in my throat, and I abandoned the money, dashing towards my suitcase mere seconds before the door swung open. Pressing myself against the wall behind the door, I held my breath, praying the intruders wouldn't spot me. The footsteps grew closer, and I flinched at the familiar sound of lips meeting in a passionate embrace. Peeking through the crack, I was shocked to see Michael, his jacket already removed as he pressed a maid up against the desk, their kisses growing increasingly heated. My eyes widened. I had always thought Michael was different from his brother, but it seemed the Blackwood men shared more in common than I had realized.