Michael Mell Novels & Stories

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.

As soon as it finishes, I'm paralyzed by what I see: richard@hotmail.com NGO 11/03/2012 x@rlc.com Sweet 10/25/2012.

I could hear the men gasping and the women smiling seductively. I plastered a smile on my face and keep walking to Mel's office but i saw him running towards me. " Oh my goodness! You are truly here " he said happily and i scoff. I look around , glancing at the new swimmers. " I told you i will show up " " Come here, Mr michealson is waiting. " He grab me by the arm to keep me from walking away. " What does he want to talk about? I have told him i will renew my contract " i said to mel withdrawing my arm from his grip.

“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.

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.

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 have twenty. I was hoping you would say ten or five.” “That’s nothing. No one would bet five dollars.” “I would.” “Okay, tell me a valuable thing you can get for five dollars.” “A lot. You can get a king size Snicker’s bar for that.” “You would spend five dollars on that? You are slow. If you’re going to get a king size candy, get Hersheys.” Suddenly, we’re arguing about candy and five dollars. It's like watching toddlers fighting over their favorite toy. As they keep arguing, I spot Marcelo doing dumbbell curls. I leave Jason and Sean who don’t even notice and I walk towards Marcelo.