Michael Mell Novels & Stories

If the gigolo dies, it's like the secrete will remain buried for life. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" The Mayor screamed at Michael and quickly called the ambulance for his wife. While waiting for the ambulance, he asked brokenheartedly," what did you do to my wife? I'll get you arrested. You are one of my enemies, right?" When the mayor was about dialing the call of the cheif of police, Michael spoke. "My name is Michael Alessandro." The mayor paused, he knew when Michael was young as Michael lived his early days here at NorthHill, he travelled abroad after he was done with college. Michael's father and the mayor were business partners.

As they were about to push it open, Ella saw Michael inside. She teased, “Ellen, it seems Mr. Benitez has plenty of free time today.” Ellen lightly tapped her. Michael was surrounded by young heirs and socialites, all talking loudly. Suddenly, someone pulled out a box of cigarettes and offered one to Michael. He waved them off. The man grinned. “Bro, I remember you used to like smoking. Is it the cigarettes? Don’t suit your taste? I’ll go buy a pack.” “No need, I’ve quit,” Michael said.

He said pulling my hair even harder. "I started following him, his every single moment. It was so tough, after all he had increased security around his people after the accident. But I... Hahahahahahahahaha.... I am Miachel, Michael Woods. I do what I say. After all, destroying him is the only motto of my life." He spitted a mouthful of saliva on ground.

It was adorable. " Well, now I am here to eat dinner. Did you tell Alex about Michael?" Millie asked, digging in her food. " No, why would I bore him talking about Michael?" What could I say about the man he already knew? " Gabrielle's fiancee is also a lawyer. Michael Smith." Millie said, rolling her eyes at me. I silently prayed for Alex to miss this part. " Is that so?" He asked, and I knew my prayers had not been listened to. " Sounds familiar," he added with a small smile.

Micheal said “Shit!! I’m on my way to Atlanta now” TBC

I finally asked, breaking the heavy silence. Damon’s jaw tightened. “He’s... complicated.” “That’s not an answer,” I pressed, crossing my arms. Damon hesitated, glancing toward the bathroom door before lowering his voice. “Michael is one of Duncan’s most trusted generals. Loyal, ruthless, and dangerously cunning. But he’s also Melissa’s father, which makes things… messy.” I blinked, connecting the dots. “Melissa, Duncan's ex-girlfriend?" Damon nodded grimly. “She’s probably the one who told him about your marriage. If Michael sees you as a threat to Duncan’s position or to his daughter’s ambitions, he won’t hold back.”

It made my fork feel heavy, my throat dry. Michael finally cleared his throat. “Melissa, how have you been settling in? Is the room alright?” I looked up, startled, and gave a quick, polite smile. “Fine.” My voice came out small, tight. I looked up at the man, with his well-defined arms and ripped chest that seemed it could burst out of his shirt any minute. I could gobble him up. Melissa get a hold of yourself Michael nodded, then turned to the man. “Melissa, this is Jamal Adams - my best friend and the co-founder of Withmoore Industries. He’s also the C.O.O. He’s here to support me during all this and help with the arrangements.”

the MD said "yes the MD is disposed that is why I am here and by the way I am Micheal the AMD of Sheba company" Micheal said "yes sir I know that already" the MD said "since you have kwon me shall we go to the main reason I come" Micheal said

she explained awkwardly. She decided not to admit that she thought Michael was too closed off to have friends, especially considering his top position. “Well, looks like you’re in for a surprise,” Michael said with a smile. “I’m friends with Lennon Meiner, the fashion designer. Colin Nellis, the owner of one of the top five jewelry stores in the country. Also Leanne Kinsley, the model on the Lipstick magazine.” “Really?” Her eyes went wide. “I was expecting only one!”

"I didn't expect to see you on the European circuit this quarter." "Cut the crap, Michael," I said, stepping directly into his personal space, forcing him to back up an inch against a decorative pillar. "What the hell are you doing in Geneva? You’re supposed to be in a hospital or a desk in Manhattan." Michael didn't blink. He adjusted his cuffs, his long fingers moving with a terrifying kind of calm. "My medical leave concluded early, sir. And as you know, my contract with Zimmerman Corp allows for independent consulting when the board doesn't require my immediate presence for an audit."