Michael Myers Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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 love seeing you whimper helplessly underneath me. I love it how your red flush spreads from your face to your ears. I love it how you furrow your brows and beg for me." Michael withdrew his fingers and positioned himself between my legs, stroking my labia with his cock up and down. He entered and pulled out again, only to rub his manhood up and down again. I was so wet and just ready to cum all over him. "Please", I whimpered. He pressed my arms down. "Next time I'll tie you down and finger you until you are screaming for mercy. Next time I'll fill you with cum until you can't take more", Michael growled into my ear. I pressed myself against him, my nipples brushing over his.

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....

Micheal’s POV In the dimly lit corridors of the grand mansion, my footsteps echoed with a hollow resonance, mirroring the relentless turmoil within. The rejection from Elena weighed heavily upon me, casting a pervasive shadow over each step I took. It had been several excruciating days since she had adamantly declined the opportunity to unite with us as our mate. With the passage of time, the wound of her refusal seemed to deepen, each moment carving away at my composure, leaving me feeling as though I were unraveling, spiraling into a state of utter turmoil. The constant churn of emotions was beginning to feel like a relentless descent into madness, a disquieting sensation that only seemed

"We were supposed to get married before we got dropped into this garbage story. You're just a character, Kai Feng. I'm her actual fiancé." The friction was absolutely insane. I was caught in the middle of a literal war between my past life and my current reality, and my body was completely giving up. I arched my back against the wooden divider, my fingers digging into Kai Feng’s bare shoulders, leaving long red scratches through the soot on his skin. Every time he pushed inside, Michael’s hand was there to drive me further over the edge, the combination turning my lower belly into a screaming knot of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

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.

, He asked Focused, hard working, honest and kind, she said I think you've found him, he said smiling Where is he? She asked looking around. He is right here Michael said, pointing at himself You have a finance, a very fierce finance, that is ready to devour any woman that comes close to you, she said looking at him Cherry is not my finance, she is not even my girlfriend,she is just a friend, Michael explained Oh! I see Ella replied. You know what? Let's forget about Cherry and talk about us,he said,

Michael said, stepping forward towards Shysie, positioning his one hand on her chest and clawing his other hand into her chest, wrapping his hand around her heart, making her scream in agony. Shysie was quick to shout out where she left Ann. “If you are lying, I will finish the job,” Michael warned her and let go of her, leaving her new heart in place. Shysie sighed, relieved when Michael left and knew that Ann will be dead by now. ‘I have to get the fuck out of here,’ Shysie thought and desperately hoped that someone will come walking into the Throne room. ‘Where the fuck is my brother?’ she wondered, knowing that Wynn will help her no matter what wrong she does.

And I allowed myself to daydream for a few minutes as I stared at the moon from my giant bay window. ~~~ *Michael* I was panting as I made it to the clearing outside of the pack territory. Was she still here???? Quickly I looked around, but it didn’t look like anyone was here. Nor, had anyone been here recently. I don’t know why I allowed myself to run out here, it was obvious that no one is looking for me. And even if they were, I am just a sub omega. They wouldn’t want me. Heartbroken, I turned around and snuck back to the pack. But. That kiss felt so real.

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.