Michael Myers Story Novels & Stories

This information broke me that I had them face the law while they got released at the end of the day, but Mike was on a run after selling out dad's company to Spain when he met with his dismissal. I turned the whole city upside down, looking for my wife. " maxwell!! Maxwell!!!" I heard someone yell from behind while I turned around yo see who it could be, but unfortunately, I fell straight backwards into the river and black out. Kimberley voice was all I heard before letting everything turn into pitch black... TBC

They led us through a door where we met Michael in his garden, lost in deep thought. “Micheal.” I called out his name to get his attention. He turned around and stared at us for a while and walked up to us. “I have told you all I know, I killed her and threw her at the bridge. What else do you want?” Mike yelled with rage. Liam did not let those words leave his mouth before he forcefully took hold of his hands to see his past. “Let go of me.” Mike tried to take his hands off Liam's hand, but Kelvin and I held him and pinned him on the floor while Liam read through his past.

If the gigolo dies, it's like the secrete will remain buried for life. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" The Mayor screamed at Michael and quickly called the ambulance for his wife. While waiting for the ambulance, he asked brokenheartedly," what did you do to my wife? I'll get you arrested. You are one of my enemies, right?" When the mayor was about dialing the call of the cheif of police, Michael spoke. "My name is Michael Alessandro." The mayor paused, he knew when Michael was young as Michael lived his early days here at NorthHill, he travelled abroad after he was done with college. Michael's father and the mayor were business partners.

Since he has been employing new personal assistant, Angela has been his most efficient one out of all who is so dedicated in her work and never try to make advances at him unlike his previous incompetent assistant whose only aim is to seduce him and maybe have a baby for him. He shuddered at the thought of being unable to imagine what life would be like if that were to happen. His mind took him back to what happened with his previous personal assistant Kimberly. He remembered the stress he had to go through before he could get rid of his previous personal assistant most especially Kimberly who was like a tigress. “It’s a good thing I didn’t have an affair with her or any one of them for that

The caption read, "I finally understand what it means when people say even the rich can be hopeless romantics. He's at the top of the social pyramid, but to me, he's nothing but a doormat that I just can't shake off no matter how hard I trample on him." I felt nothing and didn't linger on it. My lawyer was surprised by how calm I was. "Clients as composed as you are are really rare. Honestly, it's also admirable." I smiled faintly. She had no idea that because of Michael's affairs, I'd screamed and fought, sunk into depression, and even tried to kill myself. That was how I'd ended up as I now was—I'd been reborn from the ashes of my dead heart. … Michael didn't return until a month later, in

"He runs the bar I work, um, worked at. He fired me, over the telephone, after I couldn't come into work for a week after he raped me." Michael took the Magnum back from Julia. "Is that right? Well, let's see if Mickey can die in this dream." He pulled the trigger. Mickey let out a shriek, throwing his hands in front of his face... and then evaporated into nothingness right in front of them. "He woke up," Julia said. "Well this won't be the last that creep sees of me," Michael replied.

HENRIETTA HILL POV It's been days since I've left my private home office longer than the bathroom, and I've been having quick meals. I couldn’t stand being in the same room with all those sympathetic expressions. It ate at me too much. I couldn’t believe it. I refused to believe that they were dead. Michael was gone, and my heart broke at the sight of his mangled body. Those fools out there thought my heart was breaking over the loss of the urchin that crawled out of me, but I couldn't care less about her or the boy. I was never a maternal person.

My heart skipped a beat, and I gripped the blanket tightly. "Micheal is dead? How? When?" I asked, voice trembling. "Did you kill him?" I asked, choking on tears. "I didn't actually kill him," M said, shrugging. "He died when he went to the emergency rescue mission. A truck hit him." I stood up and threw a pillow at him, shouting in anger. "You killed him! You killed him!" M caught the pillow before it could hit him. "I told you I didn't," he said, looking at me. "He died when he went to the emergency rescue mission, a truck hit him. That's the issue with you women, you have trust issues."

He knew how frustrated I was and he's using it his advantage. The worse part. It's fucking working. He's getting what he wants. "Open this fucking door!" Michael demanded at the other end. "Things are not looking good. If you don't open this door." I marched to the corner, flipping the lock and pulling the knob almost immediately. "What the hell is going through your head? What the fuck are you thinking huh!?" Michael scolded, glaring harshly at my end. "This case will tear everyone apart. This isn't the first time I've been taken into custody or someone has tried to do what others couldn't and it always end up the same way, it's beginning to form into a little movie staring yours truly and

"Khalid is a cunning fox. He only tells you what he wants you to know." Facing Malcolm, Michael sighed. He'd pummeled rounds and rounds of punches into the bastard, but he wouldn't spill. His loyalty was commendable, so also was Michael's torture skills. There are many ways to kill a rat. He took slow steps to his front, and stopped directly below the light. In a snug black tee and black pants, Michael was the epitome of dread; the scary story told to force kids to sleep. The overhead light cast a deathly dense shadow on him, shielding his cold hooded blue eyes from the legal world.