Michael Myers X Reader Novels & Stories

I replied. Fuck Xander, fucking a girl like that at our age is like winning a trophy—Michael said—You should have told me. "I don't think it's a big deal," I said, closing my briefcase. I'm not going to lie and say that the fact that he saw her underwear wasn't cool at all. Michael was a womanizer and loved flirting with the girls. "I have work to do, see you later." Yeah, sure, pick me up at my hotel at 10, where you always do—I nodded, and he left the room.

I'm alright with being the occasional clown . " It's not my fault I'm funny . " Michael pretends to flip his hair . " It's not your fault that you're gay either . " Jace smiles sympathetically . " So what ? There's nothing wrong with being gay . Readers are going to hate you . " " What ? " I asked him with widened eyes . " What ? Did I say something wrong ? " He asked . " You just said ' Readers are going to hate you ' " I remind him .

Tonight it felt like a trap. I refreshed the page again. The comment was still there, timestamped ten minutes ago. No replies from other fans yet. Maybe it was nothing. A creepy joke. Some lonely reader is trying to get a reaction for attention. I’d had weirdos before, guys sliding into my DMs with compliments that quickly turned gross, or conspiracy theorists claiming my stories were “channeled messages.” But this felt different. Too intimate. Like they’d seen the parts of me I only hinted at between the lines. I was immediately catapulted to the time when I was watched by Michael.

HUNTER Our trip to New York was less tiring than I thought, I can even say that it was a riveting trip, Maggie sleeps cuddle up in my arms while I read ‘Archer’s Voice’ by Mia Sheridan, with the cover covered in black , of course! After all, I’m tired of my friends making fun of me because I’m a MMA fighter who likes to read novels. We get to Park Central Hotel and Gary check us in, I’m so happy for Maggie being here with me I’m barely able to hide my happiness. Gary looks at us hugging in the elevator and throws a bucket of cold water on me by saying:

TO MY LOYAL READERS, FEW OF THE MANY, I SEE YOU NICHEEKA SMITH, OLIVE MORRIS, ADUNNI ADE, GYPSY, AND TO THE ONE PERSON WHO HAD BREATHED, LIVED AND FOLLOWED EVERY CHAPTER I WROTE… TANNERLOLLY. I LOVE Y’ALL. HUNTER’S POV

The names of the Readers were turning into a solid, glowing "Ink Black." One of the "Readers" from the ship—a man in a modern black hoodie—jumped from the prow and landed in the courtyard. He didn't have gold eyes, and he didn't have silver eyes. He had eyes of "Pure Ink." He looked at Kaelen, and a cold, mercury-smile touched his lips. "The 'First Sentence' is beautiful, Genesis," the man said, his voice sounding like a thousand pages turning at once. "But did you forget the 'Disclaimer'? The 'Reader' doesn't just watch. Sometimes, the 'Reader' wants to be the 'Villain'."

It looks like Joe got about halfway through the pages, and the sudden idea of sitting here with the boy as he reads all the explicit notes Michael left him makes the Alpha's heart race with nervous energy. Michael places his chin resting on Joe's shoulder and smirks when he realizes the very next chapter the omega is about to read is a highly explicit, steamy scene between the characters. Michael's heart instantly begins to run fast against his ribs when he remembers the exact notes he left in the wide margins of those pages... I imagine your face when I read this part, Joe, and my wolf goes crazy... do you think of me too when you read these things? Don't ever tell me it's another alpha. I

Michael’s grin widened immediately, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Ah, this one? It's a really nice book on the details of sensual pleasures between werewolf mates. This one is mine.. Quite a fascinating subject, I must say..... would you like to borrow it?." Then with a smirk he added. “Or we can read it together if you want..... I promise, it will be an experience you will never ever forget.” Somehow... sera just knew that Michael wasn’t talking about books anymore. But she tried to pretend that she didn’t notice.

And we were still on our knees, cocks aching, leaking onto the cold stone floor of my office like we were nothing more than animals in heat. He hadn’t come down from that high yet. His chest rose and fell in slow, breaths, his cock softening but still heavy against his thigh, glistening. The sight of it made my hole clench around nothing. I wanted it inside me. I wanted him to finish what he started. I wanted to be the one who broke under him this time. Michael’s eyes flicked between us, lazy and predatory. “You’re both shaking,” he observed, voice low, amused. “Look at you... so fucking pathetic.”

“Yes, sister.” She was in haste as she went out the infirmary. And I was too, as I poured the medicine on the living rosemary on the corner of the room. I glanced at Michael. He started reading the book I lent him, but my eyes were clear enough to notice that he was looking down, instead of following the words written on it. “Michael?” “Yes?” He looked up to me.