Michael Scofield Novels & Stories

Brian froze, his hand halted midair as he turned to Michael shockingly, not expecting his sudden action. The two security officers stationed at the entrance immediately started running toward them. Their footsteps echoed across the floor while everyone watched the confrontation closely. Emma moved quickly toward Brian and grabbed his arm tightly while everyone watched nearby. Brian remained tense as the security officers approached from across the hall around them. "Do you know who this man is?" Michael continued, turning to Brian. "This is Mr. Scofield, the lead investor in the Evergreen Amusement Park Project." The revelation changed the atmosphere instantly, leaving several people staring

' Michael: "I don't want to remember him now.. leave it.. will you protect my daughter and take care of her?? " hayden: " yes sir.. you have kept trust on me so much.. I will protect her.. " Michael: " will you marry her..??" -------

“Thanks. “ She winked at him and disappeared. Mike knocked and Declan answered distractedly. “Yes, come in. “ The moment Mike opened the door the director gasped. “Detective Michael Scott, I must say you look… very different. “ The director got up to greet him. “Very, very different. “ Mike was wearing a back suit, had shaved the stubble Declan had seen last night and he’d cut his hair very closely. “Please, take a seat. “. Declan offered and moved back behind his desk. “No, I am good, thanks.” He hadn't seen Killian in over twelve hours. Mike had barely slept, and if he had slept, it had been on the floor of his flat.

"April. I'll see you soon, but get ready, this revenge will be a sweet one and we'll both get what we want." April smiled wickedly on hearing her words, finally, she'll be getting what she wants. *** Arnold and Xavier left the dining to go discuss business, leaving Michael alone since Elora already retired to bed. Michael took Xavier's absence as an opportunity to go speak to Scarlett. He stood up and made his way to her room, tracking her with her scent. Michael found Scarlett's room, he was about knocking on the door when he heard the voice of her friend. Michael groaned inwardly, wondering if he should proceed or not, he wouldn't want anyone to find out about him trying to persuade Scarle

Thomas immediately backed up, surprised anyone was awake, and came in looking for them. “I can explain-” he said as Montana charged at him, punching him straight in the nose. Thomas fell back, now pissed off. Montana was a big man, a strong 6 foot, 200 lbs, and he was a former Marine. Thomas took one look at him and knew he wouldn’t win a fight against this man.

“I did my best.” “Your best?” Michael scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. “If this is your best, then I’d hate to see your worst.” He stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor as he turned away. “I’m going out. I can’t stay here and eat this garbage.”

I nodded, barely thinking. “Fine.” Santiago’s grin widened. “I knew you’d see reason.” I barely heard him. Because at that moment, the door opened again. And Michael stepped inside. Marlo was with him, but I barely noticed. All I saw was him. Michael. Dressed in a fitted black shirt, the same outfit he wore for the meeting, his sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his toned forearms. His sharp eyes scanned the room with that calculating look he always had. I wanted to break him.

Ace froze. Completely. Like his soul momentarily left his body. I leaned slightly toward Scott and whispered, “Who is she?” But before Scott could answer— Michael yelled at the top of his lungs, still laughing. “That’s ACE’S GIRLFRIEND!!” …and that was the moment everything stopped.

True. “Shut up, Micheal.” I muttered. Aaron joined him. “So you’d just pick the most desperate one there, huh?” Micheal laughed again, leaning closer to him. “You know…his Mom’s letting him drive.” I exhaled. “Oh, for God’s sake.” “Yo…” Aaron turned to me, like I’d just transformed into LeBron. “It’s not a big deal.” “But it is.” Micheal said, proud of himself for being a snitch. “Do you know how that sounds? Tyler Sinclair, team captain of the year, pulling up in one of Mrs Sinclair’s cars.”

Millie POV. As the weeks passed by I had brought Brian's meals again and again. And each time I would, he would wanna talk to me like as if he was dying for some human companionship. I wouldn't blame him, it must be incredibly lonely here in an asylum with no friends, no one to really talk to. I had to admit at most times I enjoyed our little chats but I still didn't feel safe with him at all. I was instructed that every day for one hour I would be alone with Brian and chat and try to get inside his mind sort of speak. I told the doctor that I was not a cop or an FBI agent and refused to to do this but was ordered to. I felt that I had no choice so day after day I would have to sit there an