Michael Myers X Reader Novels & Stories

I was too eager to see her. "She'll probably show up when it's time," Michael said leading us into the big hall, where the rest of the crowd gathered. There was no sign of Samantha. Just a swam of dark suits and dresses. The hall had small tables stationed on every corner, holding about ten books each. I picked up one book and flipped through the first page. Trigger warning. "Holy shit," my eyes widened as I read through the lists. Michael leaned in to read as well. "Who the fuck writes shit that's so dark?" Michael said. He grabbed a book of his own and read the back of it.

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

He stretched out on his bed naked to let the air dry his body fully and opened the first novel. By the fifth chapter, the characters captivated him, and the steamy scene played vividly in his mind. He understood the emotions tied to the male werewolf’s actions towards his woman. Fuck, if he questioned whether A.K. Crusader was Juliette, he didn’t after he recognized their sex life on the pages of this book. Michael quickly began pleasuring himself while reading the book. He didn’t finish the scene before he put the tablet down and concentrated on finding his completion. He finally sat on the bed and released a much-needed explosion on the hardwood.

I mumbled and headed to my bed again, though I did not sit there yet. “You can’t get me worried like this Ro, it is unfair. You are going to give me a heart attack!” Her concern was genuine, and I had to remind myself she was always there for me and she deserved better. I led her to sit on my bed, and I instead sat on the chair where Aaron had sat not long ago. I felt like I was closer to him, no matter how silly that thought was. “I met with the mystery writer, his name is Michael, he is also a member of the Revenge Club…” I started.

It’s… Omigod. I fucking sent the text to Michael!? Blinking rapidly to find out if I’m seeing things, I peer hard at my phone, but it’s truly Michael that replied, not Maisie. Pulse rickety and wild like a freight train, I read his reply. Michael: A reverse cowgirl, I can easily tease your clit while you eat my cock with that sweet pussy of yours. Holy crap! Hot breaths whoosh out of my burning lungs as I read the text.

I wiped my hands on a paper towel and picked the device up, feeling a sudden spike of anxiety when I saw Michael's name flashing across the top of the display. Michael: Did you sleep well last night, Golden Boy, or were you lying awake thinking about what my foot felt like under that restaurant table? My face flushed a deep, violent crimson instantly, and I turned my back toward Miller so my roommate could not see the highly explicit message. I typed a rapid, defensive response using my thumbs, pressing the keys aggressively because Michael always knew exactly how to push my buttons. Axel: I slept perfectly fine, and you are completely delusional if you think I am spending my free time think

Let me find you naked, on all fours with your ass facing the door. I felt my core tingle with desire after reading the text. Mike had always been my lover for as long as I could remember. I’m the one who introduced him to Elias and organised that job for him. He doesn’t mind our arrangement because he’s benefitting a lot from it. Excitement rushed through me as I did what Mike instructed. While still on my side of the bed, I got on all fours with my ass facing the door. The moment the door opened and I heard him hiss, I felt a warm liquid gush out of me.

The man updated like clockwork. Something had to be wrong. Darrel immediately opened his messenger and texted his contact labeled SILENT. "Hey, SILENT! Why didn't you update yesterday?" A second later- ding. From under the blanket, Michael's phone lit up. He opened it and saw the message from one of his longtime readers: Invincible Handsome. Normally, he never added readers as contacts. But this one had been different. Years ago, when he first started writing and had absolutely no audience, this fan had taken it upon himself to promote his work online.

Author Note: Trigger warning This chapter contains themes that might trigger some readers. If you are triggered by sexual violence, please don’t read this chapter. Elisabeth POV Michael’s kiss is intense as if his life depends on it, he is taking me in, sucking the life out of me, and I can’t think straight. His tongue dances with mine as if they were made for each other. His hands moving up and down my exposed legs makes me even wetter than I already was.

Sarah, my best friend, had asked her dad to swing by and pick up the vintage jacket she’d left at my place last weekend—she needed it for a date tonight. I’d told her it was on my desk... I ran to my room and there he was. Michael. Standing in the middle of my bedroom, my journal open in his hands. His thumb was slowly tracing the words I’d written last night. I froze. “Michael—I—” He didn’t even look up. His voice was low, rough, and it went straight to my pussy. He read my words aloud.