Michael Test Novels & Stories

“Well, I don’t usually, but I needed you for this.” Maxim set his laptop case hard on his desk, his body radiating tension. “I told you that my work keeps me away. I may be royalty, but contrary to what you might think about royals, I have duties to attend. I don’t have less responsibility because I’m a prince… I have more.” “Well… This isn’t about general neediness,” Michaela said, standing up and planting her hands on her hips. “I wanted some support for a paternity test, which you demanded, by the way. I don’t think that’s very outrageous.”

Doctor Jimenez told me that she would just take my blood pressure, heartbeat rate, and then she would do the blood test and the urine test after. For some odd reason, Doctor Jimenez did not allow Michael to enter the room while she was conducting a test on my body. Michael even tried to get inside several times, so in the end, Doctor Jimenez asked a nurse to guard the door to prevent Michael from breaking the door of the room. When she was over with the various tests she did on me, she came out of the room and that's the only time Michael was allowed to enter the room.

I then jump into the shower and soak under the warm water. Michael joins me in the shower not long after. "Are you worried about me being pregnant?" I ask turning to face him. "Yes and no. I am scared of the possibility that I might lose you or the baby again. I am not worried about having another sweet baby though." Michael says taking my lips in his for a gentle kiss. I sigh and lay my head on his chest letting his smell and touch calm my worries. Once I have calmed down Michael and I wash our hair and body's getting out of the shower. We both get dressed and lay on the bed together. Michael lays his head on my tummy. "What are you doing?" I ask with a giggle. "Shhhh I'm trying to see if I

Because Killian obviously knew something was off, since Michael was here at this hour and what proved his suspicion was that Killian didn't even ask him why he'd come here, to Richard's study. Killian tilted his head slightly, considering him. “Depends on the kind of sounds you want to hear me make. “ Michael felt heat rise in him instantly- it came before the realization of what Killian had just said. He’d never said anything like this before. Ever. Remember he’s testing you. The words of his partner echoed in his mind. Flynn had been right, he knew in right mind what Killian was doing right now was another test. Especially after last time at Garrey’s party.

Fuck, this man can’t retain information to save his damn life! “You’re testing me, Michael. I’d be careful about that if I were you. You wouldn’t want me to get angry and accidentally curse your ass!” I threaten. “Once you’ve found the she-wolf you want for them, you’ll call me. I’ll come back long enough to forge a fake bond between them and voilá, everyone’s happy!

I've been married to Federico Moretti for four years, and the entire time, we've lived in a run-down basement. He works three jobs, all to save up money to buy me a house filled with morning sunlight and make it our home. So when the doctor gives me my diagnosis, all I can think about is how I'm about to become a burden to him. When I get home, Federico is crouched in front of a leaking pipe, wrapping tape around it. He looks up and spots the hospital envelope in my hand, his expression darkening. "Sera, how many times have I told you? Those white coats are all crooks. Look at Alfredo's mom. She had a whole bunch of tests done and spent all that money, only to get better after drinking

He asked, navigating between a couple of semi's on the road. "Not really scared, but I was extremely nervous. They had already taken my blood and poked at me. I wasn’t sure what they wanted. Anyway, this tall blond bombshell of a guy enters wearing a lab coat through these double doors connected to the exam room, pushing a folded up treadmill. He stopped and unfolded the treadmill, and then pointed at it and said get on, so I did. After 10 minutes of walking, running, walking running, I was about to die all over again. He told me to sit back on the exam bed. That’s when another guy walked in, wearing the same kind of Lab coat and started yelling at him. Michael just laughed at the guy then t

He knew he was going to be next, and that sceevy asshole was going to do his best to get under his skin. After the commotion, court was frustratingly adjourned for the day, and Michael was again made to wait to testify. -------------------- Day four, after stopping their lawyer in the hallway and verifying that today was the day he could finally get it over with, Michael got called to the witness stand.

I hissed. He stopped, stared at me for a few seconds and sighed. "Nothing you do will ever kill what I have for you. I swear sometimes I think you cast a spell on me." Michael gave a small, sad chuckle and ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm not giving up on us—"

“I did my best.” “Your best?” Michael scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. “If this is your best, then I’d hate to see your worst.” He stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor as he turned away. “I’m going out. I can’t stay here and eat this garbage.”