Michael Myers Fanfic Novels & Stories

Damien POV I groan as I stirred from my sleep. A felt a silky cotton covering my skin makes me frown. I don't fucking own silk sheet? I opened my eyes slowly and observed my surroundings. When I glance at my side. Yes! No wonder I am in silky sheet cause I am not in my room, not in my damn own bed. I quickly untangled myself to the blondie girl whose sprawling naked underneath those sheets. And I don't have to guess what we both did last night since it's my kind of habit, waking in someone bed. Reason? I don't like other people in my room not my bed.

Chapter 4 *Valerie’s POV* “Fuck you, Michael!” I screamed, my throat choked as black smoke curled up from the burning wreck below the cliff. “Fuck everything you ever meant in my life!” My fury spilling out of me. “You think I care that you left me at the altar? You think I care that you ran off with Cynthia? Please. She just took out the trash for me.”

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.

“It doesn’t seem like it. “ Flynn yelled. He was so mad he was going to shoot Killian right then and there. “You sound hysterical. “ Killian said, still flatly. “Am I hysterical?” Flynn’s laughter echoed in the warehouse “I am telling you Mike dies in the next few days. I think you should be the one worried about what happens from now on. No, no. I am not hysterical. I am just laying out the facts. Let me ask you something…” Flynn ran his tongue over his front teeth. He could taste the victory, it was so close it was sweet. “How do you think Richard will do it? Maybe he will make you watch him kill Michael. I have heard seeing your mate die right in front of your eyes hurts like hell.“

It is so easy for him to take me in his arms, to talk to me tenderly, and to end up with me in the same bed sharing it for the night. Yes, it is too easy for him to interact with me for romantic feelings to be mixed into our relationship – what I see every time Michael looks at me and acts towards me is a friend to his best friend. They are so close that he sees her as his sister – exactly, Michaël sees me as his sister, which is why he calls me Mira 'his princess'. It must be common to all the girls he considers his sisters.

his r rolls, making my name sound like he’s saying Lucy Fair. Though Michael has lived in many places worldwide, his accent seems to veer toward French. Whereas I chose to make England my Earth base, and over time, adopted the British tongue. “I’m here because you might be the only person who might know how it’s possible that I have a mate.” Michael’s expression instantly shutters, and all color drains from his face. “But it’s not possible. Apolliana is dead─” Before he can utter another word, I flash over to him, wrap my hand around his neck and lift him to his toes. Michael grips my wrist with an angry growl, and his jaw tightens as he struggles within my hold.

One thing about Michael was that he was a huge womaniser and I could tell that he was interested in Oyinda from the way his eyes stylishly roamed her figure. "Of course I do! I find it really weird that Grant has two besties that are super famous and my favourite," Oyinda replied. "So does this mean you're a huge fan of Olivia's novels? I absolutely love her books too," Michael admitted. Michael was a huge romantic, he loved happy endings, but unfortunately never felt they were necessary for him. He claimed there were lots of women in the world who needed love and he was just trying to help them all. "Yes, I've read every single one," Oyinda replied, enthusiastically.

he says standing up and pointing at a table that had a covered plate on it. "You had sex with me," you say coldly. "We had sex yes," Michael says, facing you. "Why make me forget?" you ask. "For the fun of it" Michael answered. "So I was just a game to you?" you ask looking up at him with a tear-stained face. "I romantic game. If I knew all this shit was going to happen, I would have never let you go," Michael says, wearing his heart on his sleeve. You stare blindly ahead. "If I was the Lycan king, I would have ordered Davide's death," Michael says.

I screamed, my lungs burning as I reached my door. Why wouldn’t it open? My hands twisted the knob again and again. Too fast and hard, but it refused to turn. I looked back. Michael stood at the top of the stairs, one hand gripping the railing, the other pressed to his chest. His eyes locked onto me. “You’re stressing the fuck out of me,” he said. “Just be a good wife and stay there.” “No… no,” I stuttered, my whole body shaking. “I’m not going to let you kill me again.”

Then he glanced at the other man, something passing between them, and stepped aside without another word. I walked in. The inside was dim and I could see people making out openly, about three strippers were dancing on the stage, the music low enough that you could still hear conversation. My hands were shaking so bad and the hills I were were making my legs shake hard too. I had barely taken ten steps when a voice came from directly behind me. "Mia?" I stopped. "What are you doing here?" I recognized the voice before I even turned around and that was exactly what made my blood run cold.