Michael Myers Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

“You two have been… talking about me?” Mirabel stepped close enough that her breasts brushed his chest. Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. “We want you. All of you. Rough. No limits. No safe, boring vanilla sex. We want to tie you down and use you until you forget your own name. And once we start… you’ll belong to us.” The raw confession hit Michael like a punch. He’d fantasized about them , their laughter, their bodies, the way they moved together but never imagined they wanted him like this. His cock stiffened instantly in his jeans, betraying him.

He gave me a lusty smirk. “Well too bad, brother. She’s mine and I’m not sharing. Get your own damn toy.” Conor snapped grabbing his hand and pulling it away from me. Toy? I dropped my gaze back to the ground. I’m a toy? “That’s not very nice Conor. I have always offered my toys to you whether I was bored with them or not so you should return the favor! Especially with this one! She’s fucking hot!” Michael countered angrily. “Just look at those lips on her! I bet she gives amazing blow jobs!” I felt nervous as I could feel his eyes on me. After a few silent minutes, “Fine. When you get bored of her, I want to see what she’s like. Anyway, I have to go meet with father and the Generals since y

Edward's POV I was doing my best not to kill that idiot Michael. What the fuck was he doing talking to the Meyers girl? My blood boiled when I saw him touch her. I wanted so badly to shift and rip him apart for daring even to breathe the same air as her. Michael was the Alpha of one of the packs close by, his territory is large but not as extensive or wealthy as ours. He has always been in competition with us in business but our packs are allies so no one could attack.

Only then did Florence release me and immediately answer the call. I clutched my neck and coughed violently, a deep chill settling in my heart. Yet Florence focused solely on Michael’s call and did not spare me a glance. When it came to Michael, she refused to let him wait even a second. On the other end of the line, Michael’s voice sounded bright and full of energy. “I’m back in the country, Florence. We should meet.” The air changed instantly, and everyone suddenly became animated. Soon, they all left the private room, leaving only Timothy behind, standing over me with arrogant disdain.

"She´s going to blow anytime. You want me to let her come?" "Mmmm... tempting. Just hold on a little while yet eh? What do you think? Should I spill in her mouth or over her face?" Michael continues his slow face-fucking. "You´re not doing either ´til I´m there to watch..." As my Master rises, his leg still a little stiff and slow, Michael, pupils huge in his amazing eyes, deep blue, dark-lashed, pushes in again, pulls out once more. "Jaws aching?" "Mmmfff..." I agree.

“This fat cock destroying her pussy every night? Now it’s mine. I’m the one riding it like a fucking slut.” Michael’s arms were straining so hard against the scarves that the muscles in his shoulders and chest stood out. He wanted to touch me so badly. His fingers kept opening and closing helplessly above his head. “I can’t touch you… fuck, I need to grab your ass,” he groaned, voice rough and broken. “Please untie me. Let me feel you.” “No,” I snapped, riding him even harder. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks wider so he could go deeper. “You don’t get to touch me yet. You just lie there and take this pussy. This is what you get for jerking off to my pictures behind her back.”

I must have run only a few yards before I felt someone yank me back, causing me to almost topple to the floor. When I turned around, I was met with Michael’s angry face breathing down heavily on mine. The fact that it was he who had come after me made me even more disappointed than I already was. I was so pissed at the tragic turn my life had suddenly taken that angry tears immediately seeped into my eyes. “What the fuck Aurora?” Michael asked loudly. “It’s not true right? Or is it?!” He barked, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. Naturally, I knew I owed everyone an explanation but not Michael! Not the same Michael who was a chronic cheat and a liar! Heck, I had nothing to say to him beca

“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

It all came crashing down to my feet. I glanced at Michael. My eyes begged him to talk to me. “You’re lying. We connected.” “Aww, did you think you finally found a hot guy? I can’t believe how dumb you are. You really think a hot guy like Michael is going to fall in love with you? Wow, I almost admire your confidence. Michael isn’t even his real name,” Mindy added. I met Michael’s eyes. He was grinning wickedly. They were enjoying this. Humiliating me, taunting me, embarrassing me are the only things my sisters enjoyed more than shopping.

“It's all right, Milady. It was a long time ago.” He gave me a small but warm smile, “I have an older brother and a little sister though. Elliott's married and my sister, Mika, helps in the kitchen.” Our eyes met, “I'd like for you to meet Mika someday, Milady.” “Really?” The guard nodded. “She's been asking that I introduce her.” My heart lurched, but I forced a smile onto my face as I nodded. “Okay.” When I handed it to him, our fingers brushed unintentionally. He flashed me another smile that was between awkward and grateful, and I stepped forward before he could retreat.