Michael Scott Novels & Stories

Hector asks, a tall man with dark hair and dark eyes. He stands nonchalantly, looking between the men as he sips on his whiskey. His deep voice vibrates as he closes his eyes, "None. I'll sit this one out. My eyes are on a higher bet." he says, making Hector and Noah exchange glances, with a smirk. Surely, he was talking about the long dark-haired beauty they had just captured. She was quiet and refused to eat a single bite since the day they brought her, making her the perfect price for a dominant alpha like him.

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

With a low groan, he slumped back into his seat. Micheal was handsome with features similar to Easton but in a more manly manner. He was five years older, after all. He also had green eyes and stood at six feet two. He oozed a powerful aura as he turned to face the crowd. His lips curled into a smile, but the smile was nothing friendly. He actually made people even more uncomfortable. “My name is Michael Black," he began, his voice steady and commanding. "And I’m here to set the record straight. Scarlet is no fraud. Everything you’ve heard tonight or any other time is nothing but baseless lies designed to tear her down."

I said, already climbing the stairs. I know she needs to rest, I can see she was still weak even with all of that war she was trying to bring up, and I know I need to smoke. Yeah, I'm gonna be smoking away all of those weird shit that had settled inside me because of her. I feel like it is melting the ice in my heart. {Diane} Harry Michaelson is nice to me one minute, serving me water in a glass cup, something he does not do, and the next minute he's strolling away to smoke. He didn't even let his kindness last an hour before he was back to being a jackass.

“But she won’t even agree to… never mind.” Scott scrolled through his tablet. “Do you want us to study at your penthouse, mine, or the farmhouse? I’m trying to set your schedule for tomorrow.” “You brought your tablet to the club? Are you kidding me right now? Put that thing away!” Scott acts like a nerd, but he isn’t. My father liked him a little too much. Said he kept me in check. Scott wasn’t just my best friend. He was also my personal assistant and PR manager. But sometimes he took that role way too seriously. He was starting to sound like my dad.

"A man like you, with a high reputation, can do anything, even control the law. So you did it to get revenge..." Micheal smirked. "Maybe you should go ask the people that put you on strike the reason why they did, instead of coming to my company to throw accusations. And I can help you call them, if you want." Before Diana could respond, the door swung open and Scott stepped into the room. He stopped in his tracks, staring at Diana in total surprise. Diana quickly looked away, refusing to meet his gaze. Scott walked in and looked at Michael. "Michael, I am here for the files," he said.