Michael Test Novels & Stories

He smirked viciously. “Michael, you really don’t know when to stop. Look at yourself. You used to pretend to be devoted and had Elaine completely fooled, but the moment you were tested, your true colors showed. Right now, you dare to impersonate Dr. Messner? We’re just doing him a favor by teaching you a lesson. When we meet him, he will thank us. As for you, you can look forward to prison.” Karl would not listen to a single word I said. His fists and kicks came down on me without restraint.

Something was up. "Tell me or I'll tell Tristan." I blurted out. Michael stopped and I bumped into him. He turned around and sighed. "Why'd you gotta play that card?" I folded my arms across my chest trying to seem tough but the truth was I was anything but that. And blackmail really wasn't my game. Michael sighed. "Look, I have the folder for... research purposes." "Research? You mean like how you and Joshua 'researched' me? Come on Mikey, I'm not stupid. You looked into my file when you suspected I was working with Roman. Now you have his and he's a prisoner here so there's obviously-"

she said, her voice steady despite the tears, “then do the test yourself. I have nothing to hide.” The villa seemed to hold its breath, every sound magnified in the silence that followed. Micheal took the zip lock bag, his face unreadable as he stared at the woman who claimed to be the mother of his children. He was repelled, torn between disbelief and the painful, dawning realization that his mother’s manipulations might have gone deeper than he had ever imagined.

“Methamphetamine? How can that be? Didn't she just undergo surgery?” Aston shifted his gaze to Micheal, his empty eyes shooting holes into Micheal’s body. A chill ran down Michael's spine and he immediately rushed towards the bed. “I will just take her blood to run the test.” Aston turned towards the window, unable to look at her. “Run a full check up.” “Okay.” Michael nodded, getting to work. Aston moved toward the floor-to-ceiling window, tucking his both hands neatly into his pocket. Guilt and rage overwhelmed him so much, tightening his chest.

Only Elias offered minimal interaction-occasionally ordering him to pour drinks or arrange fruit platters-but never letting him engage meaningfully. Michael, however, was far from naive. He could feel the deliberate coldness radiating from the Frost Family's inner circle. Their aim was clear: to test him, to see if he would overstep his bounds. And so he endured with practiced composure, pouring wine with the quiet patience of a wolf biding its time, letting their petty tests slide. Finally, after ensuring Elias was satisfied, Michael dared to ask, voice careful but earnest: "Have I offended you, Elias?"

She could not just let him, weak and on the verge of collapsing, leave her place in such a condition. Noticing her softened attitude, Michael was pleased. Ground rules? That was nothing. If it meant staying close to Ivanka, he would agree to anything. Feigning a pitiful tone, he muttered, “Do you really think I’m in any shape to do anything to you right now?” After saying that, he made a couple of soft coughs. Ivanka and Xander had said his condition was severe. Michael could feel the strain on his body. He could hold on, but he knew Xander had emphasized the seriousness of his test results. He had to play along.

Michael’s silence was answer enough. “You did,” Gabriel said. Michael finally spoke. “Sometimes.” The word sliced deep. Gabriel felt his chest tighten painfully. “Sometimes,” he repeated. “I didn’t want to believe it,” Michael said. “He looks like you.” “He acts like me.” “Yes.” Gabriel’s voice lowered dangerously. “Because I raised him.” Silence. Michael looked at him carefully. “Are you going to do a test?” “I already did.” Michael’s face drained of color. “And?” he whispered.

Michael hissed in frustration. Stones flinched and clenched his fist. He had killed Michael in his mind a hundred times already and he was only waiting for the chance to do it physically. "Okay. Let's start our test," the lady said. She put away whatever she had been doing and then looked at Michael squarely. "I am Carla. I am a technician and right now we are going to do a lie reaction test." "Hey, you don't have to—" Before he could finish protesting, three very large men came into the room and they began attaching sensors to Michael's skin, near his elbow, his pulse, his heart, and his throat.

I have Stanley and the rest of my family by my side "So now that you've gotten what you want, you should leave. You loser", Stanley shouted at Michael, his voice was full of happiness, giving Michael a wicked grin "Yes, I'll leave, not until the doctor reads out the result for Stanley's paternity test too", Michael said, he still had the nerve to talk

He looked at me through the screen, and he let out a frustrated breath. "I am sorry you had to see that," Michael apologized. He sat back down and rubbed his forehead. "She is trying to push my boundaries because Richard told her to test me." "She used a keycard," I pointed out. My heart still beat fast from the intrusion. "He wants her to catch you doing something wrong."