Michael Myers X Reader Novels & Stories

content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion* Deacon I type on Tinder to Myla- my dear sweet Myla, from the multipurpose room at HQ, during an incredibly boring debriefing for the day. "What did you think about our date last night, Myla?" "It was a lot lol but it was perfect" My stomach twists into a knot when I read her reply. Maybe I am too much for her. Maybe I did scare her last night and take it too far. I always seem to fück up a good thing.

Authors Note: This chapter contains some detailed chapters of murder/torture and a mention of s*xual Assault that is not described but is mentioned so skip over it if you don’t want to read that sort of thing, although you’re probably reading the wrong book if you’re triggered by anything like that. Just remember this is all just FICTION. Happy reading :) There are many more chapters to come! ------------------------------------------------------ Chapter Eighty Five Michael’s Point of View I stood in an alleyway, not even hidden, but this was a bad part of town. Even in broad daylight something terrible could happen in front of witnesses and no one cared enough to help, call the police or ev

With a pulse of the heart that bangs through flesh and bone and blood, making my fingertips tingle and my vision go dark at the edges, I detonate into her, giving my all in an explosive surge. Ah.... fuckkk.... Rolling and grinding against her, my hips rotating, almost trying to screw myself into her, I give her one last burst and then, with a gasp of relief, withdraw and drop to the side of her to stare upwards, seeing stars. Christ.... Not sure how many like that I could handle… Trying to unscramble my brain, I'm vaguely aware that Michael is on her now, face-fucking her.... Hope he's careful with her.... .... He always is....

Chapter 143 *Elora's POV* "Arrrg..." I screamed out in pain as Michael spanked my ass hard while roughly thrusting into me. This was the heat period and I would have preferred having sex with someone else rather than this damn man called Michael, I remember passing out in his room and as soon as I woke up, he wasted no time in fucking me. Michael grabbed a fistful of my hell before yanking it backwards, causing me to groan in pain.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers Anyway, follow whichever order you want, this is just a suggestion. Siya Rains As I wrapped up my class, I realized how distracted I was throughout it. I started teaching psychology at this well-known university three years ago. I was twenty-five years old when I had my first batch of students and I know

Because regardless of what I had, they both meant the same thing - I was nothing but a mere rogue to him. Hello, lovelies! Thank you for finding this book! For updates and chapter teasers, find me on i**ta - author.cassa.m My f***.b**k readers’ group - cassandra.m.world Your readership and your support are always appreciated! Thank you and enjoy reading! ♡ xoxo, Cassandra M.

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CHAPTER 12 “Craziness about that killer on the loose, isn’t it?” Michael Harris says, pulling up a seat next to us in the cafeteria, at lunch. “Yeah, crazy,” I say, trying to stay in my Jennifer Donner character, but also really not wanting to talk about this topic right now with anyone—especially not Michael Harris. With every week that passes, I can sense him getting closer to garnering the courage to ask me out. Ugh. “It feels like something out of, I dunno, Silence of the Lambs, or something,” Michael says, completely oblivious to my disinterest.

The name of the girl who had died in a cramped apartment with a phone in her hand, reading a w******l. I stared at Michael, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard it felt like it was going to break through. He knew. He was like me. He was tracking the serial lines in his head, still waiting for some magical chapter break where the author had promised a heroic turnaround for the side characters. But there was no text left. The author wasn't coming to save us. The story had run straight into the wall of a brutal winter, and we were just the garbage left behind.

It takes him a moment to read the room. All four of the guys are standing with one of my books in their hands. I know what each one is by glancing briefly at the covers. All of them are erotica, werewolf, and absolutely filthy. I have had to read most of them one handed and almost always fantasised about Phoenix and I as the main characters. “What the hell is going on? Why is Rose embarrassed?” Phoenix glares at his brothers as he steps in front of me. How did he know I’m embarrassed? He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified.