Michael Myers Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

And we were still on our knees, cocks aching, leaking onto the cold stone floor of my office like we were nothing more than animals in heat. He hadn’t come down from that high yet. His chest rose and fell in slow, breaths, his cock softening but still heavy against his thigh, glistening. The sight of it made my hole clench around nothing. I wanted it inside me. I wanted him to finish what he started. I wanted to be the one who broke under him this time. Michael’s eyes flicked between us, lazy and predatory. “You’re both shaking,” he observed, voice low, amused. “Look at you... so fucking pathetic.”

, Michael said just as he picked up his expensive white sleeve shirt and rushed out of the room, banging the door behind him. I felt relaxed not knowing what Spiffy had planned. Michael was my mate and the leader of one of the strongest Pack in Moon Hills, the Blue Fangs Pack and I was his Luna. Not quite long, my maid Steph walked into my room panting as she said “Alpha Michael said you should come down to the living room”. The scent of Spiffy's perfume filled the living room and as I was about to Sit beside my mate Michael he halted me with his hand as he said “Do not sit, hear what he has to say”.

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

Michael cried out in alarm. Xavier was unfazed, and he shamelessly responded while helping Michael take off his pajamas, “Hm. I’m hungry for you.” Michael almost cried out. Drugs could certainly not heal what was coming next. His fiancé was not a cold-blooded demon—but a horny one instead!

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.

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.

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.

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.”

Though the roughspun fabric is usually shapeless, it can do nothing to hide his trim, muscled body and I can’t help but think about how this day will end back in our cabin. Little mate, you’ve got to stop thinking such naughty thoughts. This is supposed to be the joining of our love, not our bodies. I don’t think that Bella would enjoy me taking you in such a sacred spot and in front of everyone. Michael mindlinks to me, though I can see that his eyes have already started to bleed in his desire for me. Sassily, I reply, If you don’t want me to have such ‘naughty thoughts’ as you call them, then you can’t look that fuckable.