Novel & Cerita Michael Myers Fanfiction

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.

Sophia's corpse was tossed like a rag onto the castle's great hall floor. The grotesque contortion of her death made every pack member avert their eyes. Leo didn't spare her a second glance. His mind was consumed with images of me—chained in the dungeon, wolfsbane searing through my veins, screaming in hopeless agony. He staggered back to the cold chamber, his fingertips barely grazing my frozen, broken body as wrenching sobs tore from his chest.

My last bit of fight just… evaporated. “Better,” he said, a cruel smile on his lips. He stepped between my legs, pushing them apart with his knees. He looked down at me, at my bound hands, my exposed breasts, my panties that I knew were already soaked. “You’re pathetic, you know that? So desperate for a real man’s attention you’d betray the one person who trusts you.” “Please, Michael,” I begged. I didn’t even know what I was asking for. “Please what?” he taunted. “Please stop? Or please fuck you on the hood of my car while my wife is sleeping a hundred feet away?”

“I was wondering why you’ve been ignoring my calls. Turns out you’ve been hooking up with my brother.” Rolex’s hand tightened at his side. I saw the vein at his jaw pulse, so I moved and grabbed Rolex’s arm to stop whatever I knew he might do. I couldn’t let them fight here…especially not because of me. “You should go,” I said to Maxello, trying to make my voice steady. “It’s late.” He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “What’s wrong with you, Mia? You weren’t like this before. You were all over me. Now you cling to him like a stray dog. What does he have to offer you besides sex?”

“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.

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?

I couldn’t help staring at the ground as I listened and clutched the bottom end of my shirt. He continued on when he noticed that I wasn’t going to respond back, “Michael, come on, do you think that’s love? Or has he already fucked with your head to make you believe from right to wrong? What kind of relationship are you having with him, huh?” I didn’t answer him.

I can almost hear Michael laughing again. But deep down, I feel my heart getting hardened. Michael Peterson lit the fire. Now watch me make him burn!

, she continued, and my blood boiled. A faint growl admitted from Michael’s chest; my eyes snapped to him, hoping I could calm him before he got hurt. Catching his eye, I shook my head; he forced himself to be still. The effort was great; I could see it etched on his face. He hated this as much as I did. “Get off of me, Myla”, I growled, rivalling Michaels’s growl. She fell still, arm still wrapped around me; I felt her pulse quicken as she stepped back. Her perfect pouty-lipped face went pale.

He added casually complementing the latter with her sister. “Michael, don't you like those kinds of impressive characters?” Merida pretended to act casual but her insides were twisting some hatred knots towards her innocent twin. The compliments were too nerve-wracking for her to digest! “Nah... I just like how wild you are in bed and how good you are in taming my horny beast!” Michael retorted shamelessly. “Come to bed! I want you!” he added and commanded dominantly. “Alright!” Merida would always end up screaming his name in so much ecstasy as Michael took her towards the heavens that no one had discovered.