Michael Scofield Novels & Stories

Clearing her throat, she began speaking. " I know you're in there, please come out." A movement was heard but no one came forth. Scarlett sighed before placing more bag of coins down on the table she had found. That must have interested the person because footsteps was soon heard. A huge body filled the room, dressed in shabby clothing. His eyes were sunken and they were no trace of youthfulness in his face anymore. Scarlett almost felt sorry for him. " Why are you here, Scarlett?" He called out, His voice calm but Scarlett could sniff out the slightest bit of irritation. Her lips twitched as she stared at him. " I need you to get someone out of the way. She's refused to leave."

“Not that I pray for something bad to happen. I just want us to move over to the next project.” “This must be the famous Meredith that caged Miles Pierce. She's a great score,” the bald man teased. Miles smirked at my embarrassment as I felt my cheeks heat up. “Indeed, I am such a blessed man. I couldn't have ever imagined this perfection.” The bald man giggled, and Miles knew he’d said the right thing. He grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a brief hug, which surprised me that Miles let that happen. “I'm Micheal. Your boyfriend's long-time lawyer and distant best friend.”

Well-muscled and firm, tight-waisted, with a fine scattering of dark hair over his chest, that narrows to a tight line leading below his belt, he kicks off shoes, peels off socks, then pauses for Michael, my Golden Lover. Michael also watches me as he undresses, his blue eyes holding mine as he pulls a thick sweater and undershirt over his head, and off. Not so tall as my Master, but more heavily built, he is broader in the shoulder, his muscles, strap-like, his abdomen flat and well-defined. Both stripped to the waist, bare-footed, they gaze down on me, making me wait as I quiver and gasp. Michael pulls something from his pocket; a black silk scarf. I have seen it before. He uses it as a bl

William's pov - I sit comfortably in my cabin, a sly grin tugging at the corners of my lips as I watch the live news coverage of Michael's downfall. Oh, the sweet taste of victory! It's a sight that brings immense satisfaction to my heart. Michael, once a rising star, now stands helplessly in the face of scandal and public scrutiny. "You can't get on top, Michael," I mutter to myself, relishing the moment. "I will pull you down, always."

I just knew it was him. “Mr. Axell, hello sir, I was coming to see you. You have been off the office for a while now. It is good to see you, sir” Mr. Scofield said to Axwll with an awkward smile. Axell wore a pair of black pants, a high-fashion round-neck, and an obviously expensive diamond wristwatch. He looked so good that my mouth was left open as he walked towards us. “Good morning, sir” “Good morning to you both. Mr. Scofield, I have been waiting for you, and here you are”

Scarlett‘s POV “Yes, yes,” I answered quickly, shaking the thoughts away. But my heart wasn’t listening. It pounded against my ribs like it wanted out. I was stunned. No, stunned wasn’t even the word. I was shaken. Michael’s voice turned serious, low. “Actually, earlier today, I saw Rosa. I wasn’t trying to spy on her or anything, it just happened. She was talking to someone.” He paused. “And she didn’t look happy.”

At the bottom, a tiny drawing: a devil’s pitchfork stabbing a kitchen knife. Cole exhaled. "She’s got a flair." Myra grabbed her phone and snapped a photo of the note. "We are so screwed." She called Michael immediately. It rang once, then went to voicemail. She looked at Cole. “His phone’s off.” “Should we wait?” “No. He needs to know now.” 🥀🥀🥀 Michael’s POV Across the city, Michael stood in a glass-walled conference room, shaking hands with the last of the investors. The meeting had been successful, but his chest was tight and restless.

Part of me wanted to ignore her, but another part wanted to respond. Movement caught my eye. Michael was walking toward us, however his face was flushed and angry. Sara immediately ran to him. "You were amazing! That goal was so cool!" But Michael didn’t smile or acknowledge her. His eyes were locked on me. I frowned and lowered my phone. "Is the game over already?" "It's halftime," Michael said flatly. "Not that you'd know. You're not even paying attention." "What? Of course I am. I just saw your touchdown-"

He's trying his best, but the information is not enough. Mr Scott is powerfu. In fact, he knows how to keep his world intact. Just then, his phone beeped. "Sir, we are here." It was a text message from Micheal. He stared at her for a while, kissed her forehead, and then carried her gently to the bed and walked out of the room. ******** When he entered the little space, his men were already seated and just at the sight of him.. they all stood up and bowed down in respect.

After helping him onto the sofa, Sadie immediately turned to Scarlett, her voice sharp with accusation. "Scarlett, what are you doing? How can you treat Dad like this?" Scarlett ignored her completely. Her eyes were fixed on Michael. He was curled up on the ground, trembling violently, his body covered in wounds. He looked like he was on the verge of collapse. "You really aren't afraid of killing him?" she said coldly. This wasn't a joke. Michael was in very bad condition. If she had been even a few minutes later, he might've actually been beaten to death.