Michael Kick Novels & Stories

I groaned when everyone was cheering. “Tell me who your first kiss was or eat 50 packs of ketchup from KFC,” Michael said with a mischievous smile. Michael hates ketchup from KFC and he thought most of the population shared the same opinion as him. Obviously, I chose the latter but I didn’t know how hard to eat that much ketchup at a single go until I did it. The next time, the bottle stopped at pointing Vian, “Tell me who your first kiss was or kiss the person who is sitting across you,” Michael said.

, his voice resounding with triumph. “I will reject her as my mate tomorrow morning”. Michael responded to his mockery of a question, “I'll be there then to take them” as Michael hung up the call without a response. In the presence of his parents and mine with Spiffy and a few of his men present, Chloe, Sharon and Jim, my best friends, from Blue Fangs pack were present. Michael dressed in his three piece gray suit stood in front of everyone seated at the pack ceremonial hall in our duplex requested that I join him where he stood as he muttered out.

“Then tell me what’s going on.” I closed my eyes briefly. “Kim, you need to trust me” I said quietly, opening my eyes again. “I do, but you’re making it impossible” she said. I paused,words forming in my head. “Michael isn’t who you think he is,” I said finally. Her expression shifted in confusion. “What does that mean?” “It means there’s more to him.” “More like what?” I exhaled loudly. “Michael has dealings with the mafia" I said.

He charged. Michael moved fast. His fists aimed for my ribs, his claws extended. I dodged to the side at the last moment, feeling the wind of his swing graze my arm. He spun, using the momentum to send a kick toward my stomach. I caught his leg mid-air, twisting sharply. He yelped as he was thrown sideways, landing hard on his back. Gasps spread through the crowd. Michael snarled, pushing himself up. He was angry now—angry and humiliated.

The heat coming off him was intense, a stark contrast to the ice beneath us. "Everyone is watching you watch them. You look like a kicked puppy." ​"I'll kill him," I rasped, my hand twitching toward my stick. ​"No, you won't. You'll go home and sulk," Michael taunted, his eyes dropping to my mouth for a split second before snapping back to mine. "Unless you want to give them something else to talk about.”

Michael sat down when he was shown to a seat, offering a respectful bow to both the manager and director. “You called for me, sir,” he said, his voice calm and measured. “Michael,” Mr. Collins began softly. “I know this may sound sudden, but we need you back. We’re willing to offer any amount you want.” Michael took a deep breath, trying to hide the irritation that was bubbling inside him. The memory of being cast out still stung. “I remember being kicked out simply because someone didn’t like me,” Michael said, his voice steady. “I gave everything I had, even during my hardest times. All I needed back then were words of support, but I got nothing.”

They had long learned that when he was like this, it was best to keep their distance. Only Lucas, ever fearless—or perhaps foolish—stepped forward and pulled the car door open for him. “Where to, Your Highness?” Michael didn’t answer immediately. He was already climbing into the driver’s seat, his grip on the wheel tight enough to make his knuckles whiten. “Keria.” His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence. Lucas blinked. “Now?” “Yes.” Michael didn’t wait for a response. But just as he was about to shut the door, he paused.

At our engagement party, Michael walked on stage hand-in-hand with a pregnant woman. In front of all the high-society guests in the room, he called off our wedding. “Chloe is carrying my heir,” Michael declared. “I won’t let her suffer. You, you can stay as my side chick.” The crowd erupted into laughter. Michael’s friends cheered, passing cash around. “Told you!” one snickered. “That desperate loser won’t ever leave him. I won the bet!” “Everyone knows she’s a broke nobody. Without Michael, she’s nothing.” Michael handed me a black card with a smug smirk. “Be good, and I’ll still take care of you.” I looked at his arrogant face and almost laughed out loud. Yes, I gave up everyth

Michael faces his Luna before turning and facing the crowd. "Good evening River Pack, family and friends! Thank you everyone for being here on this wonderful and very special occasion... As most of you know, I have found my mate, and he stands here beside me. Everyone, my mate, Noah Anderson from the Midnight Moon pack!" Michael said and everyone cheered and clapped their hands. Michael turned to face Noah, who was blushing fiercely. Noah couldn't breathe and he thought his heart stopped when he watched Michael kneel down before him.

Kara explained. "Ooh that, meaning I would have to get it from her myself," Lincoln said as he finally went into his own master bedroom knowing that soon he would decide in trying to take the keys later from me when I was done with my family members. Michael got to his apartment and his favourite bitch, he knew he loved fucking, Linda was waiting for him on his bed. Her pussy was exposed and he knew that she was really waiting for him to come back to have a great fuck. Michael's mouth vegan to water and he didn't know when he had begin to remove his clothes and unbuckle everything.