Michael Myers X Ghostface Novels & Stories

His chiseled face was so close to mine that I felt his cold breath fanning over my face and squirmed, gasping when the thick girth of his cock pressed against the heat of my sex and the rogue groaned. “Christ Michael, you're not even out of the coffin yet, and you already want to fuck-” Markov grumbled and I squealed in embarrassment, flipping him off graciously. “Fuck Elena, scream any louder and my bloody head’s going to explode-” Michael groaned, scrunching up his face in a scowl just as warmth flooded my heart and I chortled excitedly. Michael Gotham was back alright. I could still tell he was in pain, with his bone-deep bruises turned into ghastly purple and blue swatches under the whit

The rage inside me snapped. Smack! My hand struck Richard across the face. "Chloe was your daughter. One baseless accusation, and you decide she's that kind of kid? I'm so disappointed in you." Richard stood there, stunned. For once, he had nothing to say. I looked at all three of them. "I'm not letting this go. All of you are going to pay." This time, Grace actually looked scared. She shrank closer to Richard and pulled David behind her. After the funeral, I hired the best private investigator in Almeda City.

Her mood turned gloomy because she knew, Mira was one of the fans who adored Luca Tybelg and it would only spell trouble if she blabs about the happening during lunch break. Mira was well-known in the company because of her exquisite beauty. She had long wavy black hair, big chests, sexy lips, a high nose, mesmerizing black eyes and beautifully angled cheeks. Her curvy body made her even gorgeous. She could be a supermodel because she was as beautiful as one, but, she chose to work in the travel agency. Maybe because of her beauty, a lot of people trusted her but no one knows that she was a two-faced coin. Jennet was probably the only person who could see through her mask because Mira always

Michael's sudden aggression caught me off guard. Micheal stood up suddenly, and fear gripped my heart as he pulled off the mask, revealing a scary old face with a large scar. "M?" I muttered, my gaze unfocused. "Micheal is M, M is Micheal. Why is Micheal so old? What's..." I suddenly felt the whole room spin before I blanked out.

Michael can just punch me in the face and I would instantly drop on the ground unconscious. "I'm not afraid, mate. Do you really want to do this? You can't take me down in just five seconds, that's for sure, mate." Michael said to me and I just nodded at him in response. "I can try," I replied and smirks at him. Michael takes a deep breath before nodding at me accepting my challenge. "Okay," he said. I couldn't help but smile when I heard what he just said and I quickly stood in front of him, he looks at me with a confused face.

The two of them look over to me. "We've got a full house, Mars," Jayk sighs. "Work your shit out," The guys both look at each other when Jayk walks out. "I'll go do the thing," Miles scratches the back of his neck. "Let's go, Ghost," Ghost jumps up when he snatches the ball of the bed. She barks and runs after him. Micca takes the chair from my vanity and places it in front of me. He takes a seat meeting my eyes. I've been trying to avoid this conversation for a while because I know him. He's an asshole and he's going to say something stupid as hell.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

With a low groan, he slumped back into his seat. Micheal was handsome with features similar to Easton but in a more manly manner. He was five years older, after all. He also had green eyes and stood at six feet two. He oozed a powerful aura as he turned to face the crowd. His lips curled into a smile, but the smile was nothing friendly. He actually made people even more uncomfortable. “My name is Michael Black," he began, his voice steady and commanding. "And I’m here to set the record straight. Scarlet is no fraud. Everything you’ve heard tonight or any other time is nothing but baseless lies designed to tear her down."

Sweat slicked their bodies, running down the grooves in their muscles. A thick, heavy cock bobbed between the legs of the second male. As his head fell back, giving me a clear view of his face, a string of curses leaving his lips. I nearly gasped aloud. It was Ghost. The first male let out a snarl. “Fuck, you look so good taking my cock.” Immediately I recognized his voice. Ghost … and Damon.

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.