Michael Mell Novels & Stories

“Impatient, as always.” “You know me. I hate being strung along.” “Fine.” He clicked the remote, and information flashed across the screen. My eyes instantly locked onto the name. “Michael Muller. Thirty years old. Married. Current CEO of Muller Corporation.” I swallowed hard. My pulse quickened. No. It couldn’t be. “Do you have a photo?” My voice came out steadier than I felt. “Your presentation is all words, no face. Come on, Chief.”

Finally someone with a real sense of humour. Michael: I could come get you on Sunday if you want. Rescue mission. No cape, just my car and possibly fries. Me: God, yes. Please do. If I hear one more tech joke I'm actually going to kill myself Michael: Done. I’ll bring music and judgmental glares. Me: You're my favorite person right now. Michael: I know. Just don’t tell my mom. She still thinks I peaked in high school. Me: cross my heart My chest eased. Just a little.

Killian added slowly getting angry. “If only that were true, seeing a ghost would be better than meeting him again, he came back, he came back” Michael mumbled, followed by some words Killian couldn’t quite hear. “How do you expect me to know who you are talking about? If you don’t speak up,” Killian said, raising his voice a little, bringing his hands up to rub against his temple. The stress of the day was taking a toll on him. “Prisoner 555, he came back for someone on Mount Zero so he attacked destroying everything getting in his way” Michael managed to say, still not looking into Killian’s eyes.

28 “I have to go deal with my brother. I’ll be back soon, my love.” With that, he slipped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, his resolve steeling as he prepared to confront Michael once and for all. ** Michael sat in his office, angry as he stared at the news trending on social media. The headline read, *"The CEO of Berol Corporation, Mr. Xavier Rolland, Involved in a Sensational Reunion with His Girlfriend, Miss Anna of Munchkin with Chef Anna's Restaurant."* His anger boiled over, and he slammed his phone onto the table, causing the glass of wine in his hand to spill slightly. "I gotta teach that brat a lesson!" Michael yelled, clenching his fists and taking a furious sip of his wine.

“I don’t care what you're doing now, Alex. I want you to get me all of the files, NOW!” Michael shouted as he looked at his semi-buff assistant looking at him with nervous eyes. The guy was five feet and probably nine inches tall, and he had a nice build, but he was a wimp when it came to his boss.

I greet them with a smile. "Hola, mija." My mama walks over to me, kissing my cheek. "How are Amelia and Diego?" My mama asks. "They're good." I reply, walking over to my papa kissing his cheek. "Hola, mija." He says. "How was your meeting?" I ask. "It got moved to tomorrow." He informs me, and I hum in response. "Did we get new recuits yet?" I ask hopefully. "Yes, you can start training them tomorrow." He replies

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

I balanced a plate of pancakes in one hand, and one with meatloaf on the other, taking care of all the eight tables at my workplace, as my co-worker, Millie, was unwell and resting. Our main customers included high schoolers, a bunch of old men who took the largest booth and played Monopoly every single day, and a few University students, sometimes. There was a man who stood out, today. He had been here for over two hours, talking constantly on his phone. I had served him a lot of coffee. He was dressed in a corporate suit, with black hair styled expertly with almost too much hair gel. I placed the pancakes he'd ordered in front of him.

I don't know why but they're fascinating to me. " Yeah, but they haven't found a replacement for him yet and I don't think they're trying hard to find one either. Good luck though! " He said " Thanks, I should really get going. " Not wanting to be late like my last class. " Yeah, have fun. " Michael said and walked off. Hopefully I didn't make the both of us late, like it mattered for me anyway. Michael has a muscular build too, but not as much as Sean. He has messy blonde hair with chocolate brown eyes and white shirt with jeans.

Kids lining up to buy gum from Charles Hartley for two dollars a pack. I rushed to my locker. Five minutes until the first period. “Yo!” I turned. Mason Drew. One of the few genuinely evil people in my class. Buzz cut. Good face. Around my height—thankfully. He wore a pair of Miles Morales Jordans, my dream shoes. “How was Mexico, my man?” he asked. “I didn’t go this year. Budget.” He laughed. “Dude, you got infinite money.” “I’m not rich. Have you seen my car?”