Michael Test Novels & Stories

We didn't watch each other like two predators watching a prey but rather we watched each other in puzzlement, one assessing the other in an accepting way or rather, what bordered on acception. "There isn't really a test for Talharsis because it is unknown in the medical community for now but we here have devised an alternative test to confirm the presence of the infection in the blood. When I told you that Talharsis doesn't really have a symptom, I omitted one rather important detail. The presence of Talharsis in the blood of a person brings about some microbes in the person's blood so when we want to carry out a test for Talharsis, we just test for those. It was Doctor Mike who devised it.

LA wasn't named, so I assume it's my father's toy. - Now that we're all introduced, I want to say that David took the loyalty test last night and not only passed, but he managed to escape. - What – Michael says, getting up. - How is that possible? The men I chose never let anyone escape. - Well, he's not as useless as we thought. It's good because I need someone like him to work beside me. I look at my father. - And what is this work, father? – Mickael asks with disdain.

"You think this is funny? You worthless piece of—!" He grabbed my ear, twisting hard. Pain shot through my skull. When I tried to shove him away, he kicked my legs out from under me. I hit the floor, my ear screaming in agony. He wasn't stopping. "I have my test today!" I finally screamed. "Are you trying to kill me?" "A whole month at some bar, probably sleeping around—why even bother taking the test? You'll probably be knocked up in a month anyway!" He kicked me toward my room. "You're not going. I'm not letting you."

"Alright, alright. I'll come to you." Once his footsteps faded, I opened my eyes. Grabbed my phone. Booked a one-way ticket. Somewhere far. Three years of tests, lies, and fake love—I was done. "Jacob, I never want to see you again."

He's different. "I don't know why King Elijah pretended to make you his Luna," Michael said. "It's because..." "He wanted to prove whether the Luna curse was real or not, didn't he?" "It's complicated." I sighed. "Care to tell me?" I wasn't sure if it was wise to tell Michael, but he was one of the most rational people I knew—besides Bishop and Vincent. Could I trust him? I was still hesitant. But my gut told me that telling Michael might open up a new opportunity, whatever that might be. Well, let's give it a try.

A bigger smirk appeared on his face. “And in the case of Prince Michael’s paternity… You are not his father.” Zachary’s gaze instantly went from me to Roger as I bit my lip to stifle a laugh. Hah! “What?!” He looked legitimately stunned. “Are you-” “I’m positive, Zach. I ran this test twelve times and had three assistants run the tests just to make sure it was correct. We even took new samples from both of you this morning.” I felt the room freeze over as Zachary looked down at the floor. His expression was completely unreadable. “I’m working on finding out who the actual father is.” Zachary just sat there for several minutes as he soaked in this news.

Diana said the moment she gathered her scattered thoughts enough to form a sentence. Michel gave him a sly smile and a Michelte kiss. “Oh, we're going to get to know each other very well soon. Michael promised. He got up from the bottom of the bed and with gentle hands removed Diana's shoes and, with a rougher touch, her pants. And he imagined it looked like she felt it, like a woman about to be devastated. “I think the best way to decide if we're compatible is to do a taste test. Michael murmured.

I needed a break from everything. I sat across from Michael near the open balcony windows, one hand curled loosely around a cup of coffee that had already gone lukewarm. He spoke about something involving his latest business trip and an Alpha in France who apparently tried to negotiate while drunk. “He called his own beta incompetent,” Michael said, shaking his head with visible disbelief. “To his face.” I laughed softly despite myself. “That’s embarrassing.” “For him or the beta?” He turned to look at me already cracking in laughter.

Michael leaned back in his chair as I sat down. “Bro, you almost died out there,” he whispered. “I know.” He laughed. “You’re lucky you’re not late. Man’s evil.” I didn’t respond. My mind was still trying to process. After the test, I stepped out with Michael stretching like he’d survived war. “That was insane,” he said. “I think my soul left my body halfway through.” I almost laughed. Almost. Then— “Ivan!” That voice. I turned. Tiffany. Of course.