Michael Meme Novels & Stories

The idiot had always been a hippie at heart, seeing him growing his mane long wasn't surprising. "You wish, Stone. You wish." "I see Greece hasn't washed the delusion off you yet," I grumbled and the jackass had the nerve to cackle like I had just told a stupid joke and then gave me another of his smug looks. "Who said anything about being in Greece?" I stared at Micheal in disbelief, trying to process his words. What on earth was he saying? "No way," I whispered and his grin widened. "Micheal, where the fuck are you?!"

Antonio said smiling calmly at the young man dressed up like a lady. Michael stared at him for few seconds, immediately he realized who he was,he held his hands on his mouth gasping for breath. “OMG!!, Antonio freaking Rasemela!”. Michael said using his hands to fan himself. “Am a huge fan of yours, I just can't believe this, like is this for real,am I dreaming, some body wake me up”. Michael kept yelling as he moved around the table. Antonio smiled as he brought his his business card.

He is 5'4 inches tall and had a great body physique, grey eyes, and blonde hair. Michael had a twin by the name Michelle. They were the only children of King Mali after their mum passed away when giving birth to them. Michael had always wondered what his mother would have been like if she was still alive. He hated the thought that he couldn't get to be with her. He was a baby, he didn't even know what his mum looked like if not for the pictures his father showed him.

Michael put on a fake smile. "You!" Francis' eyes were seething as he pointed at Michael. Michael turned a blind eye to his anger. "Don't be so angry, you might get a heart attack! By the way, I heard that you want to withdraw money, right?" "Yes, take all the funds out immediately!" "Okay, let me see how much money you have earned!" Michael said as he slowly turned on his computer. After he stared at the screen for a while, he sighed and said, "Are you sure you want to withdraw the money?"

I was hoping he would get tired of me nagging and would give in. “I want to drive your car!” He mimicked in a high-pitched voice, and I gave him a blank stare. “I don’t sound like that.” I frowned, then sighed in defeat. Michael just grinned and switched the music on. “This is my favorite song!” Michael yelled and cranked up the volume. I looked at him in shock as he started singing to BlackPink. How was this man, a member of a Mafia, singing at the top of his lungs to freaking BlackPink? When he noticed my surprise, he dimmed the volume.

A scream. I don't know, but it is born somewhere deep in my throat to emerge as a kind of guttural wail as I try to hang onto enough sanity and control to keep myself supported over the bed. Something moves and, straining my neck a little to see: It's Michael, smiling as he seats himself on the edge of the bed. "I swear, Babe, if I was surrounded by canon going off, I'd hear you singing out like that." He grins. "Sheer catnip."

He had to always have one by his side. Michael slowed down as he drove into the street and he dialed James' number. He waited patiently for him to pick, clacking his fingers restlessly on the steering wheel. "Hey yo, how you doing baby?" James answered in his usual jovial manner. "Dude that is gay," Michael hissed. He adjusted his wireless pod on his ears and looked at the rearview mirror. "Chill, just joking. Oh? How did your plan go? I forgot to call you. Are you in the hospital?" James mocked.

Travis Maybe this was a bad idea hosting the game while Kaylee and her friends used the pool , I wish I didn't notice that a particular girl barley legal has on a thong bikini I also don't like the way the guys are looking at her ,or how I am looking at her as she laughs with a boy I don't recognise is he her boyfriend?. "I don't remember high school girls looking like that while i was in high school " Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for.

But now that he was here, flesh and bone, glaring at me like I was something filthy clinging to his shoe, the words refused to come. Michael leaned back against the car seat, one arm hung lazily over the window frame. The streetlights created shadows on his sharp jawline, making him look even more untouchable than before. When I still didn’t speak, he let out a slow, mocking chuckle. “By the way, what did you mean by that email you had someone send me last time?” His voice was smooth, but laced with annoyance. “What exactly does ‘remembering you and then forgetting you’ even mean? Why do you always send me these disgusting messages to harass me?”

“You started employing pussies when I left, I see.” I snorted in response. “Well, no one can ever match up against the undefeated Ulrich, now can they?” I threw back, rolling my eyes in the process. A soft chuckle broke his lips. He shook his head and fell into the sand with a quiet thud. “Except the mighty Michael. Oh how he rose the ranks swifter than any man could ever dream about. How mighty he was in his glory days, so long ago that they are now forgotten.” “I’m not much older than you, you cunt.” I growled back.