Michael Test Novels & Stories

I was so scared, and I couldn’t stop asking myself, how could I get out of this? It was getting dark, and I was hungry and exhausted. Mike hadn’t let me move from that chair, and all he had given me was some water and a small piece of bread. I felt like I was about to collapse at any moment when, finally, it seemed Mike had come up with an idea. “I’m going to give you a test,” he concluded, very seriously, standing in front of me. “What?” "Yes, I understand that nowadays you can take a test to find out who the baby belongs to before it's born, so we’ll do that."

It’s a good day to be me. The receptionist calls my name. I walk into Michael’s office. “Hey, brother,” he says, shaking my hand. “What’s going on, Mike?” “A lot,” he says. “Sit.” We sit at a small table covered in paperwork. “Okay,” I tell him. “What do we do first?” He nods. “Let’s go over everything we have on Talia. As far as the contract… the prenup is ironclad. I’m not gonna lie. Our best hope is that the DNA test shows you weren’t the father.”

After about ten missed calls, Michael called back and shouted at Logan annoyingly. " Bastard, why are you dying? Don't you know I'm on a special mission? I can't take calls from anyone from southerners ." " What? Why can't you?" Logan asked, getting curious. " Lord," Michael's sighing voice stuffed Logan's ears. " I'm here as an underground officer with my other comrades to distinguish businessmen. Do you want me to get caught by your annoying calls?" Michael scowled, causing Logan to lose his sanity. " Michael, mind your tone. I just wanted to speed up the process because I'm barely holding back Alpha from going to North."

“We’ve been waiting for you. We actually started to run some tests on him, and now we just have to do a couple more.” “What did you do?” I ask, and Michael hands me a set of papers. It’s for a blood test, DNA test, and some other things that I can’t name. Most of the results are showing some sort of abnormalities that they didn’t expound on, irregularities that are not found on humans.

Sophia waved her hand happily when she saw Alexander. “Hey Sophia, so you're here. That's good. You must come to support me tomorrow. You promised, remember?” Michael took the chance right away. “Michael? You’re here too? What a surprise!" Sophia greeted him. “Yes, the game I was working on is out. I'm conducting testing tomorrow at Averia University. You better be there.” Michael said proudly. “Congratulations! I would love to, but it'll depend on our schedule,” Sophia replied. Alexander cleared his throat and said, pulling Sophia to his side, “Come, let's go.”

“It was a warning.” Michael studied me, his silence louder than the murmurs around us. Finally, he exhaled, stepping closer, his breath warm against my temple. “Good,” he murmured. I swallowed, pulse steady. "They'll keep testing you," he continued, his voice dropping lower, threading through my veins. "Trying to find a crack." I held my chin high, my pulse steady. "Let them." Michael's fingers ghosted along my wrist, a touch so light it barely existed. He didn’t press, didn’t push further. Instead, he smirked, stepping back, the connection severed as though it had never existed.

He pulled out a folded stack of paper and slammed it onto the coffee table in front of us. “Then open your eyes and look at this!” he shouted. “Go ahead and read it out loud!” No one moved. I couldn’t look away from the paper. The test results sat there like a loaded gun, just waiting for someone to fire it. Michael’s voice dropped lower, shaking with rage. “That is a full toxicology report from a private lab. Not the hospital. Not the clinic you bribed. A real lab. I had my own blood tested, twice.”

I rolled my eyes, "You shouldn't ever doubt me. You know I don't admit evidence unless I'm absolutely sure it's relevant. My attention to detail is why you like me so much." "Touché," Michael said, "Are you ready for the MID trial to start? I know you'll be out of your element testifying, especially the cross-examination." I nodded, taking a deep breath, "I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Though I'm angry, I've had years to sort through my feelings. I know I'll be able to stay calm on the stand."

He hurriedly looked back to his book. I smirked at him, then at Michael. “Friend,” I whispered. “Let’s test your new moral flexibility.” Michael’s eyes glowed faintly. “I am… listening.”

Michael is your son! He stood and walked away from her. ‘I did have another test, Lynne. Like you, I thought maybe the first ones had been wrong. Last week, I put myself through the same humiliation and had another one. The results came back today, conclusively. My sperm-count is too low to ever permit my impregnating any woman.’ She followed him and grabbed his arm, turning him around. ‘Well, it wasn’t ten months ago!’