Michael Scott Novels & Stories

At that moment, Liora appeared at the door again, and Scott felt his heart skip a beat. “But I didn’t think I would actually fall for her,” he mumbled under his breath. “What?” Nicole asked, not able to make out his words. “I’ll see you around then," Scott said and walked away, leaving her staring after him. “Hey, has the program not started?” Scott asked. “It has; I just came out to make a call but then decided against it.” Liora responded, glancing at Nicole down the hall before looking at Scott. “Come on, I’ll walk you in.” Michael offered and placed a hand on her lower back as he turned her to the entrance.

I could hear a thump and I feel a smile start to appear on my face. Walking inside, I see my cousin Jackson standing over my special guest. Andrew Mack. A cook who works at the Romani's. I had my boys go and pick him up when night when he was walking to his car alone. He's been here for about three days and so far hasn't had anything to drink or eat. His body is getting weaker by the minute and I just want to crush his spirit. I want him to get his hopes up and then kill them. I want to see his face light up and then go pale. I want him to suffer.

2 MONTHS LATER. Brian's POV. Two months have passed and the snow has melted. Spring has come, and Millie has been getting a lot better. Her leg was no longer injured. But a scar still remained on her leg. I had been preapring for Wilson. Each day I would get up before dawn while Millie still slept and I would work out and build up my muscles. i was getting all my slaughter rooms ready for his arrival. Whoever he may bring with him would be slaughterd as well. I had to protect my Millie, she was so precious to me. So beautiful and I was not gonna let him take her away from me. It then hit me, I have been working so hard getting my castle inside and outside ready for an attack that I wanted to

“Ah, here we are, “ the servant chirped, making it sound like a dismissal. They stood in front of a tall, wooden open door, and Michael didn’t need to peek inside to see it was something that resembled very much a dressing room. They have dressing rooms, Jesus. What is this, the Plaza? or Casino Royal, maybe? Michael thought. “There’s an evening suit prepared for you, Mr….?” “Scott. “ He provided quickly. "Michael Scott." It was the first time ever he’d given his real name on a mission. Well, this was most likely his last one, so he was starting to accept the facts for what they were.

"Sir, your........." "Just shut up!" I yelled at my personal assistant. "I'm sorry sir, but your father is asking for you and it's urgent" He completed and moved away. Fuck it. I'm Xavier Scott, an actor. My father owned the Scott's Entertainment. I have passion for acting and I really love it. I'm what they call king of dumpers. I fuck girls and dump. I hate being disappointed. Right now, I'm supposed to sign a contract that worth millions but now, that tiny girl ruined it.

“You never quite get used to the limitations.” “No, I wouldn’t think so.” Scott turned the chair around, rolled it out onto the sidewalk, and headed up the street away from the warehouse. Martha placed her hands on the wheels and tried to take control. “I’ll be fine now, Mr. McGillikin. Thank you.” Scott ignored her efforts and continued to push the chair before him as he walked along. “Have you ever thought about being in the movies, Miss Baimbridge?” His voice was calm, almost musical.

Ryan huffed “ hey get off her back!” Creed interrupted, “ can you get down on the floor next to it?” He asked, sounding frustrated. Looking down at the ground I scooted my but down to the edge of the chair, giving the door a quick glance. I make my way off the chair and on to my knees. “ I’m on my knees on the floor.” Letting out a long breath I lay down on the ground with a thud making my eyes shoot to the door. Watching it for a second I scoot under the coffee table. Reaching into my pocket I pull it out.

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.

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

But then, Scott sees these interests as defining him. Scott or Luitenent Scott James, to give him his full title – previously worked in the army, over the last year he has completed courses in counselling and set up a charity supporting veterans who are struggling. It’s the noblest profession I can think of and makes me feel rather humble when constructing press releases about half-price clothing sales. Anyway, Scott doesn’t just read books about science. He has more first editions of classic and contemporary fiction than I have split ends. All of this means our flat has some way to go before it features on Grand Designs.