Michael Scofield Novels & Stories

Turn off the lights and switch it right on when I talk" Scott ordered and the guard turned it off immediately. Michael came in and looked around. He wasn't suprised that the light was off. Maybe his boss was in a bad mood. "Sir. I'm here. Are you in here?" Michael asked as he tried to find the light switch. "We're here" Scott replied and Michael knew that voice was different. "Who are you?" Michael asked and then the light was switched on. TBC

Michael just witness me daydreaming about his god-like body. "Um, I heard from Lincoln that you just captured a Raven," I said to Michael trying to divert our conversation. Michael stopped walking and looked at me with a sly smirk on his lips as if he's proud that he captured a Raven. "Yeah, he's in the cellar right now. I'll deal with him tomorrow." Michael responded to me and I just nodded as I watched him wearing the white boxer briefs and then he walked over to me and sat on the bed, wiping his hair with the towel.

"Wait here." I say to my parents before following him to his office. In Alpha Reed's office we sat in the chairs in front of his desk and he sat behind it, but as he stared at us I could tell that he was very unhappy because of the letter and I sighed as scenarios played through my mind of what I would like to do to Tamara right now. Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk.

"He's not my uncle." Embarrassed by the mix-up, Michael’s face turned red. It was obvious that he was straightforward and innocent. The man held out his hand and said coldly, "Hello, I'm Laurence Scott." Michael had never heard of the name. Zoey had never mentioned it to him. He shook the man's hand. "Hello. And you are?" Laurence curled his lips. Zoey pulled Michael close to her. She cut Laurence off and said, "A friend."

They took their seats. I started looking into their eyes. I peeped into their minds, but I saw nothing of what I was looking for. “Is this all of them?” I asked Scott. “No, sir. We still have Michael.” “Where is Michael?” I asked. He was the only one who wasn’t present here. I already knew who was bringing harm to my company because I couldn’t read or find anything in their minds. “He was on leave, sir,” Scott reported. “On leave?” I questioned. “When will he come back?”

Once we had the groups all set up and Robbie had Aria safely back in the ballroom, my brothers and I headed to the hospital to find out what warriors had been injured. Jamie, Nathen and Josh are all doing ok. They have some rough injuries but thanks to werewolf healing they will be fine in a day or so. Scott, however, was the poor soul that didn't survive. He didn't stand a chance, they snapped his neck. Once I had checked in on them the reality hit me square in the face and instantly had me so fucking angry.

Absolutely unhinged. “AAAAHHHH—IT’S GONNA EAT ME—I KNEW THIS WAS HOW I’D GO—” I freeze. Parker’s eyebrows shoot up so high they almost leave his face. Is that—? Yes. That’s Michael. Screaming. Like. A. Girl. We round the bend in the cave, and there they are. Michael, backed up against a rock like he’s about to faint, eyes huge, hands up like the light is going to punch him in the jaw.

Did you come …" Before he could complete his words, the door slid open again, and Michael stepped out of the restaurant with a takeaway pack of coffee and food. "Mom?" Michael called out, his eyes narrowing the moment he saw Liora. "I was just saying hi to Scott," Elizabeth replied. Of course, no one was supposed to know the Ashford family actually knew her, Liora thought, her eyes neutral and completely unbothered. "Hello, Michael," Scott said. "Hello Scott," Michael responded with a nod. "Well, enjoy your meal," Elizabeth said before walking past them without so much as a glance at Liora.

He wore a perfectly tailored suit, his features sharp and deep set with eagle eyes. Zoey spoke nonchalantly, "This is Scott, my son. He is handling all the company affairs now." Michael rushed in with a smile. "Mr. Howard, nice to meet you." Scott gave him a brief smile and did not respond, leaving Michael standing there awkwardly. "Have a look at our two new residents. This is Michael Langley, and this is his daughter…" She raised a brow at me. "Ursula Langley," I said softly.

Eli’s mouth was opening and closing, gaping and gasping, as blind terror overtook him. “Listen, Eli,” Ice said. “I am your God here, and I am giving you every chance to do the right thing, but you are just fucking it up left and right, man. So here’s the last opportunity for you to have a prayer of getting out of here with nothing more than a bad concussion and twenty stitches in your brainwashed head… who is that fucker Michael with?” “I – the guy is called –” He broke off, and the three men saw him desperately trying to recall the name that would save his life. “He’s the President of a Utah MC club – of the – the Highway something…”