Michael Jackson Thriller Era Mga Nobela at Kwento

The uninvited chaos that came along with the Mekong conference which gave the hawks and serpents a busy month finally started to fade. This start was welcomed with celebrations including wine which was supposed to be unbottled on the last day. The following week was also hectic as they were ordered to increase security in the borders and to bring Lexicon back to what it used to be but with certain changes; they decided to make it a hub for military recruitment, a hostel and a place for gathering. As the week was over Hiranga was back to normal. To celebrate the peaceful winding up Jiva suggested a drink and they decided to meet at where all this started- The Lexicon.

Michael Jackson POV "Maintain your breathing," Randy Jackson snarls, his claws practically boring through the stone desk as he forces the future alpha king to look at the glowing terminal. On the screen, the hijacked mind-link broadcast shows Jone Jackson being targeted by a heavily scrambled male voice listing every execution Michael has ever performed along the pack borders. The feed reveals no spatial identifiers—just a stark, lime-washed stone chamber, with the captured omega bound tightly to a cold iron chair, thick tactical adhesive covering his lips. "Every pack tracker in the Silvermoon Capital is hunting his scent trail right now, Michael."

Michael is way stronger than him. “Let me go, you psycho.” He yelled, holding his knees. Michael paid no attention to him. He dragged him all the way to the gigantic parlor. “What’s the noise all about Michael?” Jackson voice floated into the room followed by the sound of his expensive shoe against the floor. Sol trembled at hearing Jackson’s voice. He tried to release himself again, but Michael gripped him. Jackson finally came into view, and Sol swallowed hard. He was trembling with fear. “You son of a bitch,” Jackson walked to him and threw him a punch. Michael released his grip on his trouser and he staggered, holding his sour cheeks glaring at Jackson. “How dare you hurt my wife?” He th

She gives herself to me body and soul. I walk into the gym, and I turn the lights on to find Chase already there, he is running on the treadmill, and his eyes are silver grey. I try to link with him, but he’s impenetrable. He’s gone to his dark place, a dark corner in his mind I am not allowed to invade. We both have a dark corner, it is our safe haven, and I am not getting him out there. Both his fangs are out, and he is running faster than humanly possible.