Novel & Cerita Michael Myers Fanfic

My eyes were now watery. “No I won't, dear. You know that Michael only belongs to your sister, Seraphina. He loves her and your sister also loves him. Their love is pure and strong and nothing could break their union, not even you, dear. You thought you could win over Michael and now look, he's abandoned you for your sister who has always been the love of his life....”

Rayan couldn't help it, he cracked up a little. "I did, indeed!" Michael proclaimed proudly, "And guess what? I'm in love!!!" "So, who's your crush this time?" Mick swooned as he picked up another box. "Channel 5 news weather man, Edwardo Sanchez!" Michael tended to have a new crush every time he got his heat. They were usually some celebrity, or occasionally, a vlogger. But, according to his own words, such relationships were preferable. A little "one-sided fling" that the other party knows nothing about. He gets the relief he needs, and no one gets hurt. Rayan tried it a few times, but it didn't work as well for him. Only recently had putting a face to the fantasy brought any satisfaction.

“But I will, the real you of course.” Michael exhaled shakily, his pulse jumping beneath my fingers. His reaction made something stir deep in my chest—something I hadn’t felt in years. Excitement. Thrill. Michael wasn’t like the others. The others broke too easily. They screamed too quickly, melted too fast, crumbled beneath my touch without effort. But Michael— Michael fought. Michael refused. And I wanted him because of it. He didn’t respond right away, and for a moment, I thought he might. But then—

Michael's voice finally broke through, "I'm getting close. I... I'm going to cum in you. Fill you up. Are you sure, Chastity? You want your big dumb brother to cum in your unprotected pussy?" "You're not dumb," Chastity said. "I'm not? Maybe I should pull out. Keep you from passing on my doofus genes." Chastity couldn't help but smile to herself. Now that he had her where he wanted her, Michael was going to extract his revenge. She could almost be proud of him, if he wasn't so frustrating in the moment.

I hide my blushing face into his chest making him chuckle again. Once in the room Michael lays me down on the bed. Giving me a mischievous grin. "Oh no you don't mister." I say getting up off the bed to go put some pajamas on. I walk back into the room wearing booty shorts and a tank top. Michael is laying on the bed watching me with hungry eyes. "I said no." I say shaking my finger at him. Michael pouts his lips and gives me puppy dog eyes "Please little fighter."Michael begs me. I ignore him walking into the bathroom brushing my teeth. I feel Michael walk in and come up behind me. I shake my head no at him and bend down to spit in the sink and rinse my mouth. Michael grabs my hips and pres

he smirked. He imagined the kind of horror that would be written all over his brother's face and his evil smile grew. "Cat has your tongue?" He teased. "Michael," Williams said softly "Michael please do not touch her" Michael laughed, he turned to look at Melissa that have grown white of fear at the corner of the bed near the lampstand. His smirk possessed his face as he looked at her chest, it seems like her full breasts were a kind of special trophy for him. "MICHAEL!" Williams suddenly howled "IF YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER I SWEA-"

Michael couldn't resist, and he swapped positions with me, placing me on his bed as he thrust into me, making me yelp in moans. "Ah! Mm," I moaned as Michael drove me crazy. His size filled me to the brim. I had never been so satisfied as his size filled me. We continued making love as Michael drove me crazy. He was insatiable, and he kept up with his deep thrusts until he reached his climax, shooting his hot seeds in me. He finally withdrew and sat on the bed, holding his head in regret. "What's wrong, Michael?" I pretended not to know why he was hurt. I knew he was annoyed, not wanting me but my sister. But I didn't care at the moment. I enjoyed what we did, and I hadn't felt so good befor

My face is red, and my heart is pounding in my chest. “Cataleya. Nice to see you.” Michaelsmiles, and Cataleya looks between us. “This is your boyfriend?” she asks me, not even greeting Michael. I tuck myself tighter into his side and nod. “Michaelis an old friend from college. We rekindled things a few months ago.” Cataleya’s brows go up a fraction. Shit. She’s not buying it.

Michael was absolute law. I crossed my arms over my chest, whimpering, a reflex born of years of conditioning. Make yourself small. Endure. Survive. Michael smiled. It was a terrifying expression, all teeth and zero warmth. He enjoyed the whimper. It was music to him. He reached out and grasped my left arm, his fingers digging viciously into the bicep, right where the faint, faded scar of his old marking bite sat—the one Mace’s mating claim had almost erased.

His mouth was still coated with the evidence of her eager enjoyment of her mates’ actions. Mikey watched as his fingered disappeared inside Heather. “Jay, I want a closeup of your fucking Heather. Kneel above me and take her. She’s hotter than hot right now.” Mikey’s fingers left heather’s core, making her cry at the feeling of loss. She ached to be filled by one of them.