Michael Scofield Novels & Stories

Caleb continued, “one of the guards said he saw a man leaving the building.” “Description?” “Tall. Black coat. Scar across his cheek.” My mind froze. Because that detail sounded very familiar. Too familiar. “What?” Caleb asked. “I think I know who that is." “Who?” I ended the call without answering. Because my attention had shifted to the laptop screen again. The photograph Amara had discovered earlier. The one labeled Michael Cole — Charity Gala, 5 Years Ago. And standing behind Michael in the background… Barely visible. Was a man with a faint scar across his cheek.

Scott asked, sounding disappointed when he saw Michael's name was at the top of the list. "It is because of that treacherous human bitch, right?" Scott asked, seething with anger. He would have crumpled the document if it weren't necessary. "After all the bitch did, he would still betray us for her sake?" he asked, and I shook my head. "Michael is on our team. Disregard his name on the list. He is acting based on instructions, but I implore you to be careful around him and not divulge anything to him. I want him as clueless as possible for our plan to work." I told Scott, and I saw him relax. He was outraged. I knew Keith would be, too, so I instructed them to relay the same to Keith.

Michael was so infuriated that he even let out profanity. Although Michael had just scowled at Scott and shut him up, somehow all Scott could hear was Michael calling him in such a sexy voice. This doctor was really too sexy. He smirked. "So cold and scary, but I keep falling more." Michael waved a long needle in the air and glared at Scott. Since his assistant had started telling him about the case, he should have believed the instinct that the patient would be troublesome! "Do you still want your life?" A flawless smile appeared on Scott's face. He grinned and raised his chin provocatively. "I wouldn't mind dying in your sexy hands."

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

I said, stepping forward to him as he dug his finger into my chest. “Then leave! Leave Scarlett!” Michael shouted, paused, and sneered at my face. “You can’t, because if you walk out the door, everyone is going to still see you as the villain, the one who cheated on the mayor, and yet, as merciful as I am, I forgave you, but your cheating ass couldn’t sit still for long.”

Was this one of his jokes, or was he really serious about it? Michael nodded. "You sound surprised. I don't think I've made it a secret that I'm really into you. Who wouldn't be? Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Vivian smiled at him, but she pulled her hand out of his gently. "I… Ermmm" she began, but she didn't get to finish her statement, because at that moment, Scott appeared from the hallway. A frown on his face as he stared at her. "Mr McCall,'' Vivian breathed as she took a step away from Michael. "You're back. Good morning, Sir."

Now, I have a reason to leave, and I plan to use it. --- It’s bewildering that Michael would profess love for Scarlet while simultaneously being involved with Jessica. His actions are beyond confusing and reveal a deeply troubled and manipulative mind. Scarlet’s reaction of anger and disappointment rather than heartbreak shows how much she has grown and how her priorities have shifted. It’s clear she’s realized her worth and is ready to move on from the toxic cycle. The strength it takes to reclaim one’s life after such betrayal is admirable. Michael’s actions just deepen the complexity of his character and make it even harder to understand his motives. Scarlet’s journey is a testament to re

he said, his expression calm and reasonable. But before they could continue the conversation, Michael intervened, his voice firm and authoritative. "This is getting really tense. Mum, I think you should stop trying to make decisions for her. She's been a strong lady. And moreover, you're too strict, that's why I'm not staying in this house with my wife." Michael turned and walked away, leaving Mrs. Scofield looking stunned and hurt. "Aish, my children now see me as a witch," she shouted, her voice cracking with emotion as she buried her face in her hands.

I quickly answered and he looked away from me to scan the environment for a few seconds. Then he turned to the guard standing beside him and the guard walked off to grab one of the employees by the hand before pulling him over to face Michael. I looked at his name tag and it read Scott. “Explain now. What happened?” he demanded and Scott looked terrified as he adjusted his glasses and visibly swallowed. “Um, we heard a rumor that began to circulate this morning” he started and Michael took a step toward him while his eyes shot lasers. “Go on and don't you dare stop” he barked and Scott nodded as sweat beads covered his forehead.

“Williams is everything Michael isn’t kind, supportive, not a controlling billionaire with a fiancée!” “I know,” I said, still grinning. “But Michael is... Michael.” Crystal narrowed her eyes, a teasing glint in her gaze. “And what exactly does that mean?” I leaned in conspiratorially. “It means he’s all shades of handsome, and he knows how to f*ck me good.” Crystal gasped, dropping her club completely. “Sophia Scofield!” I couldn’t stop laughing as her cheeks turned pink, her expression a mix of shock and amusement.