Michael Myers Fanfic Novels & Stories

Abandoning my position, I ordered her to strip. Amy giggled initially, until she realised I was serious. She lifted her blouse over her head without bothering to unfasten a single button. “Slow down,” I ordered. “I want to be tantalised. You’re making me feel like I’m in the girls’ locker room.” She was really good at the tease, running her fingers up and down her sides like a far more experienced female. As far as I knew, I was her only lover. Michael Satyr had hurt her and now he had changed beyond recognition. Who would have thought he was able to withstand silver for so long? Had death claimed him yet? I could have cared less in those moments as she lowered the skirt I’d raised in order

Perhaps I'll change once I turn into a vampire , but for now . For now I like this feeling and I want to embrace it despite the things that he has done . After all , he did say he would bring Aeron back . And then .. everything would be fine wouldn't it ? Am I being too selfish ? " Are we still playing the game ? " Michael smirked . " He just fell asleep " I shushed him . It's only for a bit . Maybe I'll have a small nap as well , this position isn't that uncomfortable as I thought it would be .

Michael added, he sounded jealous, most of their friends are exceptional pretty girls and handsome guys anywhere they went individually on their personal life, they could even breakneck but Tyler always hands them back their arrogance whenever they are all together, it has started making Michael envious. "Hey guys, it's not my fault is it," Tyler said intending to defend himself but his voice ended up bringing sex thoughts to the group, heightening the gazes girls threw at him and making Michael more annoyed, he was so envious of this guy called Tyler, almost everything about him is charming, he knew that it wasn't intentional but he still couldn't help but feel envious.

Brandon Taylor I can't believe I'm lying on Michael's floor with my ass bare, bleeding and screaming in pain. That's not what I had planned for today. The plan was simple. I will " eat" a pice of my terrible and incompetent mate, then I will invite my friends to enjoy it. Michael confirmed to me that he would not stop me. She is his sister but he hates her with all his might. They had a wonderful relationship until the death of his parents, but after that he could not look her in the eye. Karen and Neill Parker died defending her, they died under Michael's desperate gaze, while his sister was crouched on the ground, completely lost. After such a scene, things can't be the same.

What I did will probably haunt her for the rest of her life. A bonus chapter because it is in Micheal's pov. Comment about your thoughts on Micheal.

Emma‘s POV After Michael stops speaking, I stand still, my gaze fixed on the wall, wrestling with a storm of despair and revulsion. His touch, his words—they sear through me, reviving every bitter memory, every moment of degradation he’s inflicted upon me. Yet, I understand the game now more clearly than ever. Michael’s behavior is the epitome of sadistic pleasure. The more I resist, the more he thrives, fueling his twisted desires. Understanding this, I resolve to adopt a new strategy: I will become the submissive prisoner, the one with Stockholm syndrome. This isn’t about genuine submission but survival, a play to keep Lily safe by any means necessary.

Freya "Ahh! Fuck! Faster please, Michael." I plead with Michael. I can’t explain what I'm feeling right now. Michael was already fingering my pussy so fast yet I want him to go faster. "You want it fast, mate?" Michael asked me teasingly and I just nodded at him. I gasped when Michael starts fingering my pussy a little bit faster. I don't know what got me right now but I'm enjoying Michael's gentle touches more and more as days passed by.

Nicole POV I roll over in bed, looking for Michael; his side of the bed is empty again. I have been here for six months now, and the hurt I feel knowing he is still seeing Rose only increases. I was a naive fool; as soon as Michael showed interest in me, I couldn't wait to run off with him. I won't deny that he is the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on, but I don't love him; I lust for him. Michael has not marked me, and I will not mark him as we are not true mates. Michael is possessive, but we don't have the wolves' overwhelming urges where their mates are concerned. Michaels's betrayal hurts me, but I am not physically in pain from it. My anger towards Rose has more to do with the total

Faye I don’t know why I throw myself against Michael like my life depends on feeling him firm and whole in my arms. Maybe this feeling inside my chest is a rushed, fleeting echo of something deeper, something I’ve only known to be true in fairy tales. Maybe he doesn’t feel the same–maybe he sees me as a burden, a nuisance. After what I’ve put his friends and family through, I wouldn’t be thoroughly shocked to be shoved away and scolded–then banished.

Sophia's corpse was tossed like a rag onto the castle's great hall floor. The grotesque contortion of her death made every pack member avert their eyes. Leo didn't spare her a second glance. His mind was consumed with images of me—chained in the dungeon, wolfsbane searing through my veins, screaming in hopeless agony. He staggered back to the cold chamber, his fingertips barely grazing my frozen, broken body as wrenching sobs tore from his chest.