Michael Scott Novels & Stories

“Oooh, mysteryyy. Maybe he found out what you’ve been doing with his wife behind closed doors.” “Michael, stop it,” Ace shot a glare at him. “I bet he bought you a puppy. Or a car,” Michael continued. “Or, I don’t know—therapy?” “Will you just shut up?” Ace hissed, swatting him away. I leaned toward Scott. “How was your game?” I asked softly. “Oh, darling... it was tiring,” Scott answered, still smiling. “But good. Really good.” “Dad, seriously,” Ace said impatently. “What’s the surprise?”

“Master, Mr. Scott is here to see you! Do you want me to send him in?” She spoke cautiously, Micah’s gaze froze when she heard those words. “Scott!! Hmm…Send him in,” Micah placed the papers back on the table and got up from his chair. He walked around the room towards the mirror and fixed his hair up. The office door opened without a knock, and a man in a black suit entered the office in a graceful manner. He had a clean shave and perfectly trimmed hair that had strands of silver in it. Micah stood a few steps away from him with an icy face, he didn’t greet him nor showed any kind of familiarity. His face was emotionless.

He stated. " Jealousy?" Scarlett repeated, confused." Are you sure it'll work?" " You wait and see." He told scarlett, smirking as his eyes glowed with mischief. Scarlett scoffed, looking away. She couldn't refute his words, this was Damien we were talking about. He is the master of mischief. . . .

Scott replied. Mike started the car and drove off. ******************** A few days later, it was a beautiful Saturday at Scott’s mansion. He was in the gym room in his mansion doing some exercise, when Mike walked into the room with one of Scott’s phones in his hand. He ambled over to where Scott was busy doing squats with a barbell on his shoulders. “Sir, you have a missed call,” Mike said as he stared at him. “OK,” Scott mumbled under his breath as he dropped the barbell and collected his phone from Mike’s hand.

Just sleeping, and that seems unbelievable now. I met Michael at the beginning of my first year at Columbia. He was starting the second semester of his undergraduate studies, majoring in something I can't remember. We only spent a few days together, maybe a week, a very intense week, before he left to study at Oxford. Well, that was the goodbye to Michael Grey. I lost the guy to a prestigious university in England. I couldn't compete, Kate. "Are you okay?" he asks as we step away from the hug.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

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.

My voice was louder than I meant it to be: “You sick bastard!” He immediately turned to face me. Mr. Scarpa. Mr. Scarpa was calm and composed yet again, even in this situation. He was still in all black. His eyes fell on me like a slow-falling guillotine. “Montana,” he said with a smooth, unreadable voice. “How do you do?” How… how dare this man?! He didn’t let me speak as he raised an eyebrow and pointed to the big screen. “Oh, this?” he calmly said, like a nouveau riche. “You were aware your husband recorded you every time you both had sex without your consent, right?”

He was only here to toy with some woman, but he got his head cracked open instead! Drogo, who was still on the ground, smiled darkly. “Brother Theo, don’t blame me for not reminding you that Mr. Scott is not someone you can offend. Even if you’re very influential within Riverdale, Mr. Scott is from Golden City. Before him, you’re nothing!” Mr. Scott? From Golden City? Theo frowned slightly. His foot pressed down harder as he glanced at the man standing above the stairs.

"Any friend of yours is a friend of mine." Before they could get out of the car, Michael had closed half the distance between them. Scott was taken aback. He'd only seen this person in pictures before, and he seemed like an easy-going guy. That was not the personality of the person coming his way. This person was business-like and serious. Somewhat shorter than he was expecting, but it was impressive that his vibrant attire didn't detract at all from the fact that Scott felt he was being sized up in every way imaginable. "So. You're Dr. Perfect, huh?" Michael stopped just in front of him, stressing Scott’s title, his voice cool, but not condescending, with one eyebrow raised. "Dr. Video Game