Michael Myers Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My sister removes her face from my chest and shakes her head at mom and dad. “No, mom, no, dad. I... I didn't have anyone publish anything. I... I thought Michael did this for me because he loves me. He said he loves me and we made love. I... I don't understand why he and his mother are saying this to me right now. I don't know anything. My heart is just broken. Why Michael? Why do you want to break my heart like this? I only loved you and you want to treat me like this?...”

Michael called from the other side. Blinking, I slowly sat up, letting the covers fall over my lap. Excitement and apprehension mingled inside my chest. Heightened my heartbeat until it was threatening to come out of my mouth. "What are you still doing up?" I hissed back, scowling heavily at the door. As if he could see me. See the amusement gleaming on my face. I've heard about midnight booty calls but had thought it bove Michael. Maybe a tryst right now would do me some good. Get my mind off of things. Only, the tryst would be with my mate who was stubbornly ignoring the fact that he was my mate.

Michael's back was turned toward her, so he is unaware of her presence. "Ah, there, Michael!" The woman hissed when Michael went deeper. "Oh God, you're so tight!" growled Michael as he went faster, making her moan louder. Diana's heart ached when she saw that scene. She didn't think that Michael would cheat on her, let alone have sex in their bed! She really wanted to approach Michael and keep him away from her. But what can Diana do except watch them while holding back her tears? The activity continued until Michael finally reached his climax.

Michael called me and said, "I got the magical alarm, who did you kill, Drax?" I replied, "Rogues," and he said, "Is the blood lust over or do you need me to come down there and suck your cock?" I cursed him, "Fuck off, you fucking fairy, my cock is too good for you." Michael laughed and said, "I am still stationed in Europe for a few more years, so be good." I told him I was good after he had sung to me to calm me down. My instinct is always to go to Michael for anything, even with my blood lust, I killed so many rogues, I was a raging bloodaholic, and I trust him with my life still after all these years. He hug me for fifteen minutes when I came back, and I must say I had missed the fuckin

I said, stepping forward to him as he dug his finger into my chest. “Then leave! Leave Scarlett!” Michael shouted, paused, and sneered at my face. “You can’t, because if you walk out the door, everyone is going to still see you as the villain, the one who cheated on the mayor, and yet, as merciful as I am, I forgave you, but your cheating ass couldn’t sit still for long.”

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.

“But I will, the real you of course.” Michael exhaled shakily, his pulse jumping beneath my fingers. His reaction made something stir deep in my chest—something I hadn’t felt in years. Excitement. Thrill. Michael wasn’t like the others. The others broke too easily. They screamed too quickly, melted too fast, crumbled beneath my touch without effort. But Michael— Michael fought. Michael refused. And I wanted him because of it. He didn’t respond right away, and for a moment, I thought he might. But then—

My face is red, and my heart is pounding in my chest. “Cataleya. Nice to see you.” Michaelsmiles, and Cataleya looks between us. “This is your boyfriend?” she asks me, not even greeting Michael. I tuck myself tighter into his side and nod. “Michaelis an old friend from college. We rekindled things a few months ago.” Cataleya’s brows go up a fraction. Shit. She’s not buying it.

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.”

A woman who was no less beautiful than Alexa approached him and teased Michael because she had heard that he was always angry. "Michael I've come to talk to you, I heard you've been in a bad mood lately, what's wrong with you?" asked Lauren, a werewolf clan girl from a noble family. "None of your business and don't touch me, you disgusting woman!" exclaimed Michael. Lauren continued to try and seduce Michael by taking off his shirt and playing with the handsome man's firm abs. Michael was not getting any desire but was getting disgusted and annoyed with the sassy Lauren. He pushed Lauren's body to the floor.