Novel & Cerita Michael Myers Fanfic

Everyone in the city knows that Michael Shaw despises me to my core. He even takes pleasure in humiliating me in public at banquets. He sneers, "My family made its fortune through gambling. Nancy Jackson is just a pretty face who can't even recognize all the suits in a deck of cards. Marrying her would be worse than marrying an inflatable doll that at least reacts!" Still, the marriage agreement between our families comes first. On top of that, the fake heiress, who is his true love, can't have children. So, he forces me to gamble with him. "If you lose, I want your womb to bear me a child. You have to get a C-section without anesthesia," he demands cruelly. I've long had enough of him a

" I turned my head to look at her. She rolled her eyes. "You know I never liked that boy and his self-centred mother," she said. I could only hum as I lay quietly. I drifted back and forth, from the dinner with my friends and back to my mom's voice. Do I still consider them friends after they made me cum so hard? I can still feel Michael's skilled tongue, lapping me up so deliciously. If he can make me cum with only his mouth and fingers, I can only imagine what it'd be like when he and Jackson fuck my brains out.

Edward's POV I was doing my best not to kill that idiot Michael. What the fuck was he doing talking to the Meyers girl? My blood boiled when I saw him touch her. I wanted so badly to shift and rip him apart for daring even to breathe the same air as her. Michael was the Alpha of one of the packs close by, his territory is large but not as extensive or wealthy as ours. He has always been in competition with us in business but our packs are allies so no one could attack.

He gave me a lusty smirk. “Well too bad, brother. She’s mine and I’m not sharing. Get your own damn toy.” Conor snapped grabbing his hand and pulling it away from me. Toy? I dropped my gaze back to the ground. I’m a toy? “That’s not very nice Conor. I have always offered my toys to you whether I was bored with them or not so you should return the favor! Especially with this one! She’s fucking hot!” Michael countered angrily. “Just look at those lips on her! I bet she gives amazing blow jobs!” I felt nervous as I could feel his eyes on me. After a few silent minutes, “Fine. When you get bored of her, I want to see what she’s like. Anyway, I have to go meet with father and the Generals since y

“Seems like you're analyzing the hell out of a live market chart.” “I'm alright…” I said, hating the way the changes in my character were beginning to get more and more glaring. It was going to lead to more and more questions, which I would have to keep answering for the next two years. “Just zoned out for a moment.” “You looked like you were doing more than that. Were you just planning your grand wedding with Tamika Fisher? Or what is your family tree?” Michael always felt like entering my mind and lodging there for a while. He wanted to always be in touch with my thoughts, which was good but was becoming quite annoying at that point.

With a pulse of the heart that bangs through flesh and bone and blood, making my fingertips tingle and my vision go dark at the edges, I detonate into her, giving my all in an explosive surge. Ah.... fuckkk.... Rolling and grinding against her, my hips rotating, almost trying to screw myself into her, I give her one last burst and then, with a gasp of relief, withdraw and drop to the side of her to stare upwards, seeing stars. Christ.... Not sure how many like that I could handle… Trying to unscramble my brain, I'm vaguely aware that Michael is on her now, face-fucking her.... Hope he's careful with her.... .... He always is....

Chapter 143 *Elora's POV* "Arrrg..." I screamed out in pain as Michael spanked my ass hard while roughly thrusting into me. This was the heat period and I would have preferred having sex with someone else rather than this damn man called Michael, I remember passing out in his room and as soon as I woke up, he wasted no time in fucking me. Michael grabbed a fistful of my hell before yanking it backwards, causing me to groan in pain.

He added and I closed my eyes in embarrassment while I cursed at Fernandez in my head because I never expected him to report even that to Michael. “Yeah. I do have nightmares but they lessened after he started staying here to keep watch” I replied and he walked closer to me until I could perceive his cologne again. That made me wonder if he kept it in his pocket because he wasn't even wearing his shirt anymore… or maybe it was from his body… his very muscular and tattooed body… “Taylor!” Michael's loud voice suddenly pulled me out of my thoughts and I snapped my head up to look at him as I realized in horror that I was unknowingly fantasizing about his body.

Only then did Florence release me and immediately answer the call. I clutched my neck and coughed violently, a deep chill settling in my heart. Yet Florence focused solely on Michael’s call and did not spare me a glance. When it came to Michael, she refused to let him wait even a second. On the other end of the line, Michael’s voice sounded bright and full of energy. “I’m back in the country, Florence. We should meet.” The air changed instantly, and everyone suddenly became animated. Soon, they all left the private room, leaving only Timothy behind, standing over me with arrogant disdain.

Once the door shut, Michael instantly shot me eye daggers, warning in a hushed tone, "Taylor, are you asking for death once more? Didn't I just warn you not to spoil my fun?!" I pretended to not understand. I looked at him in confusion and asked, "Michael, what are you talking about? How could I ruin things for you? I truly hope that you'll end up with Jade!" "You can cut the crap!" Michael shoved me hard. My back hit against the wall of the corridor. "If you dare to pull any tricks again, I'll make your life worse than death!" I found it comical. Even in my new life, that love-struck idiot was still beyond saving.