Michael Kick Novels & Stories

Jack: " you will get to know about it soon.. but one thing I can say, Michael is not good as what you thought... he is womaniser..." I got angry.. me: " SHUT UP.. HOW DARE YOU?? HE IS NICE PERSON... THEN WHAT ABOUT YOU.. USING GIRLS FOR ONE NIGHT STAND..?? " **********////////////***********

“God damn losers. Get the ball!” Michael slapped on a ball cap similar to Jon’s and said, “Let’s go.” You didn’t have to tell Jon twice. He had plenty of bad memories of the place, and he didn’t even live there. Who knew what barnacles Michael had sticking to the bottom of his soul. They got Michael’s bike out of the back, negotiating through a clump of dropouts sniffing gasoline from an aluminum container. Shaggy hair and shaggy brains, they were friends of Michael’s older brother, an eternal doper who was finally kicked out of the ninth grade at the age of twenty. Michael shouted into the house that he was leaving and didn’t even receive a grunt in reply.

Michael commented from the gaming chair next to me. "Dude, I beat you all the time. If she beat me, that means she can beat you." Michael curled his lips and shook his head. "She must be cheating. What other games can you play?" "I'm good at Mortal Kombat." "Shut up." Michael nodded at James and he quickly switched the game over. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink right next to me. Michael flicked his lighter and lit the blunt we were working on and passed it to me after he took a hit.

Even if it’s shallow. “Not bad... Hearing your bones and tendons snap is music to my ears. I kinda regret that paralytic but I don’t want people hearing you scream. We are trying to keep this hushed up. Cause, you know, you are a Princess, well… Until I kill you at least. Then you’ll just be another name on the very long list of people I’ve killed.” Michael explained as he blocked the light for a moment. He had a shatter stick in his hands. Not that thing again.

For a while, there was no reaction and a few minutes later his expression shifted. “Holy motherf8cking-.” Michael started to swear. Dominic crossed his arms. “Yeah.” He interrupted. “Tell me about it.” Michael studied it longer. “That’s not a weak point.” He commented slowly. “No.” “That’s a kill switch.” Dominic nodded. “Exactly.” Silence. Then Michael leaned back, shaking his head slightly. “Unbelievable. F8cking unbelievable.” He pressed and let out a short laugh. “We all f8cking missed it. All nine of us f8cking missed this.”

Did he not hear what happened to Koreyon? “Well, you’re not an alpha, but you can at least fight, right?” Michael said, walking over to stand next to me. Flinn’s face darkened. “Yeah, I can fight.” “Perfect,” Michael said with what sounded like acceptance. My attention jerked towards him in shock. I’d expected him to refuse and more than likely get mad. Before I could ask if he was crazy, Michael said, “No time like the present. Let’s see what you can do.” With that, he gave me a little push forward.

I said to him. " Then we definitely need to talk to him. " Jack said and knocked on the door. We were in some shady part of town. The door opened and Michael showed up with a cigarette in his mouth. His eyes went wide when he saw us the door and before he could even utter a single word, his face was on my fists, Jack's fist went on his stomach, he leaned over only to be met with another one. We went inside and closed the door behind us. " Mr Black... What's happening?" He asked me as he groaned in pain. Jack pulled him up from the ground. I punched him again.

She always brought out my bad side. Killian and I escaped at halftime. We drove to his mom’s house and ate more pie while Killian watched the rest of the game with his brother. It was obvious that Michael loved football. His eyes were completely animated and he actually rocked his chair a time or two in his excitement. Watching Michael and Killian together watching football gave me an idea for Killian’s Christmas gift. It would take some planning but I was thrilled to make this gift special. ***

Michael commanded and left Gabriel and he fell on his knees and said with a sore throat, "I apologize to my Alpha." "Now, get going." Michael instructed and he left with quick strands. 'Micheal doesn't want to kill me.If he really wants to get rid of me, he won't even hear my pleas. His main target is Raymond.'

He knew that his mother was waiting for a few more voices of support before putting on a ‘I am forced to make this decision’ expression before calling off the engagement. He extended his foot to kick her under the table seeing that she had he head lowered. “Ahhh!!!” Chris cried out with an exaggerated expression of pain “Who kicked me?” Michael’s face changed from green to red. He was sure he had kicked his wife’s feet. He couldn’t believe he miscalculated and could only feign ignorance and looked around the table innocently once he regained his composure.