Michael Myers Fanfic Novels & Stories

It’s been a while, but I can still recognize it by the decorative flamingos he keeps on his front porch. The driver agrees to wait for me and I jog up to knock on the door, hoping Evan has made it home from the hospital by now. After a moment, his boyfriend Michael opens the door. “Oh,” his mouth drops into a slight frown. “Hi, Harper.” “Hi,” I answer nervously. He obviously already heard about what happened earlier. “Is Evan home?” “Yes, but he’s resting,” he says dismissively. “You should probably come back some other time.”

My hand closed tighter, imagining the weight of a gun. They missed. By inches. By seconds. And I would make sure to return every single one of those bullets. Personally. DARYA NEW YORK — GREEN MANSION "You'll be mine someday." Michael always said that with that hoarse voice that made my heart race, even when I tried to hate him. Now, at sixteen, he had started going out with other girls. "I'm at my girlfriend's house," he'd say, and each word was a knife in my chest.

The last thing I want is for them to tease me about Ryan. As I see the little dots pop that showed he was typing my heart literally stopped working and my throat closed up. Oh my god I am about to die or faint. My fingers shook, the little hairs behind my neck standing up as I awaited his reply. When I got it, I visibly took in a sharp breath. Annoying Ryan: You know what I want Mira. A date and of course your taste on my tongue. So what shall it be? Yes or No? "Oh my God," I whispered aloud. My heart did a flip then another again, this time harder and faster and now it's pounding harshly.

I removed my shoes, as I slumped on the bed, the imaginations of Phil and I conversation brewing up in my brain. He is older than you", I could feel my subconscious telling me as I shut my eyes. I am not attracted to him right?" The question kept lingering in my head as I dive into the world of sleep and dreams. A\N: Any guess on who Philip is? And why is he trying to be friends with Michael?

“You think screaming and throwing fists at each other is going to fix this? That I’m just some prize you get to fight over? I’m not. And I’m done being treated like one.” I stepped closer to her, desperate. “Too bad,” I said through gritted teeth. “I’m done pretending, Mia. I’m done letting you pretend too.” “Dylan—” Michael cut in, his voice like venom. “I found out about you two from a damn article!! That’s how I found out my best friend was screwing my sister and now they're back together.” “We aren't back together!” Mia snapped, her tone defensive. “We were never together in the first place! And I haven’t wanted him in years.”

“You can’t blame me. I loved his dick—I mean, I loved that dick. I thought he was my prince charming, turned out he was just... temporary. And now look at him. Happy. Like he didn’t just murder my heart. That’s unfair, Mikey.” I dramatically grabbed my chest and moaned like I was enduring an agonizing pain. “I need your black card to ease this suffering,” I wheezed. “Enough. Stop acting like an eight-year-old stubborn little girl,” he chided, ignoring the waiter who brought our main dish. “Thanks. I’ll take that as a compliment,” I giggled, shaking off the pain and drama for Dean like it was lint on my coat. “And I know I’m your little girl,” I whispered to Michael—but judging from the way t

“B*stard, trash! “What did I order you to do? I asked you to keep your eye on Alex and the Fairy Doctor, and what happened? They already f*cking slept with each other, and you’re f*cking around over here. What’s the point of having a waste of space like you around?” Michael vented all his rage from seeing Alex and the Fairy Doctor together on Trey’s body, punching and kicking him as though Trey was Alex. Once Michael finally had enough, Trey’s body was covered in bruises, and he had lost two teeth.

I’ve gone from trying to be formal to being his naughty little flame, thanks to my throbbing pussy. Michael’s eyes shine, dark and raging. With firm hands, he lifts me up. Tbc.

Damon always had this way of pushing my buttons, making me feel things I wasn’t ready to admit. "Yeah, that would be great, actually," I purred, and he immediately hardened. "Fuck Arya. Don't do that to me." His voice became husky as he grabbed me by the ass. I breathed against his neck, and he growled in my ear." I will take you right here, Arya." The door swung open, and Michael entered the room. He cleared his throat, and I pulled away, but Damon's hand was firm on my ass. I immediately tried to pull away, but Damon’s hand remained firmly on my ass, his grip not entirely unintentional. My breath hitched in my throat as I turned to face Michael, my heart racing.

Mills laughed out mockingly. "Is there anyone else here who wants to have a taste of what I just offered Daniel? You all are supporters of Kayla, you shouldn't be reluctant to attack her enemy." Michael said in sarcasm to the rest of the guys who were now shuddering in trepidation. Their eyes were filled with terror, before anyone could answer him, Daniel stood up again, kicking Michael from the back. Michael fell faced down but quickly went back to his feet. Mills winced angrily, he was angry that Daniel was able to give Michael a point, he was mad and I understood I was the one holding him back. I really wanted all of them to be punished, I shouldn't be an obstruction.