Michael Kick Novels & Stories

“Uhm, I was expecting a little more excitement to hear that your baby kicked.” “Oh, moon goddess. Leave me the hell alone, Ashanti, would you? Just leave me alone. So what if the baby kicked? Huh, am I supposed to jump into the air and catch the sky for you before you know I’m happy? Just leave me alone, okay. I’m not in the mood.” She scoffed. “Oh my goodness, you’ve got to be kidding me. What? Did that woman manage to crawl into your head again? Huh? Did that bitch manage to distract your attention from your real family again, Michael?”

One of the growled as his nails dug into my skin. “You f*cking dare—” *Bang* I jumped as a bullet ran through his head, killing him on the spot and he slumped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. What the f*ck? I turned to Michael who was holding his gun and glaring at the dead bone with so much hate I almost p*ssed myself. Why the fuck did he kill him? Was it because of me? No. He was just flexing his new power like an asshole. Sicko. “Clean this filth,” he growled, and walked away.

Theo boldly assured. The medics came and took him away on a stroller. As the police held up Michael from his position on the floor I turned to him, rage surging inside me. "Wait!" I called. Michael's eyes glazed, and blood was trailing down his head. "You all will pay for this–” he started to speak. I sent a hard kick to his stomach. Theo held me back by the waist. "I'll kill you if anything happens to him!" I cried and kicked around as he was being taken away.

In fact, Mike had lifted the man off of the ground by his arm. With a flick of the wrist, Michael sent him flying. Then he turned to Chuck, who'd been watching the whole fight with an incredulous look on his face. It wasn't until Mike finally looked back at him that it occurred to him that he should run. Taking off like a shot, Chuck barely made it ten meters away before Mike leaped clear over and landed in front of him with the grace of a jungle cat.

Oh he was looking at the both of them inappropriately" Mikey said nonchalantly as if it was. the most obvious thing in the world. "Did you kick him in the pace where the sun doesn't shine?" He asked. Anna and I gasped. "What!!" we yelled. "Unfortunately I wasn't able to do that but he was left with a broken nose, trust me am sure its out of shape" mickey told Damien. "Michael Jackson Quinn, what on the name of God are you teaching my son". I yelled at my brother glaring at him. She better not be teaching my son anything related to violence.

After about ten missed calls, Michael called back and shouted at Logan annoyingly. " Bastard, why are you dying? Don't you know I'm on a special mission? I can't take calls from anyone from southerners ." " What? Why can't you?" Logan asked, getting curious. " Lord," Michael's sighing voice stuffed Logan's ears. " I'm here as an underground officer with my other comrades to distinguish businessmen. Do you want me to get caught by your annoying calls?" Michael scowled, causing Logan to lose his sanity. " Michael, mind your tone. I just wanted to speed up the process because I'm barely holding back Alpha from going to North."

SIENNA The moment Melinda questioned Michael on what he was doing at her house, I knew he was up for it. Ever since the day Melinda discovered that Michael was the one who made me cry, she has disliked and never liked the mention of his name. "Won't you answer!" she yells, eying him unpleasantly. "Linda, that is no way to talk to your elders," I tried to caution her, but she was hearing none of it. Michael was still bent and holding on to his groin. The kick must have hurt a lot. But who cares, he deserves it.

Michael says encouraging me and correcting me when something could be done better. "Okay gorgeous all done for today." Michael says as I throw one more punch and kick combo. I smile breathing deeply. Watching Michael remove the gloves and put them away. " Wanna shower with me before breakfast?" Michael asks with a mischievous grin. I nod vigorously and smile. Turning and running towards the pack house. 'Catch me if you can.' I say giggling.

Michael scrutinized the suspicious person who had just approached him and was asking for his help. He looks weird and he seems to be in disguise. Michael sees him reach out at his back pocket but before he finishes his move, Michael beats him by swiping him at his feet and so he landed on the ground..

“Why me?” Michael rebelled. “Did you kick that one out too?” Nicolas wanted to know the reason for such a strong friends’ rebellion. He supposed that he had put a hard time on him, and now he is reluctant to admit it. “When? At university?” “There is nothing to talk about! I didn't kick anyone!” “So where does your objection come from?” Nicolas pushed. "If you didn't kick him, why don't you want to give him a chance?"