Michael Test Novels & Stories

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.”

Ignoring that the whole staff might think he looks crazy. Never once in his life, Michael felt like a winner, reveling in the satisfaction of successfully manipulating Brianna into thinking he was the father of her child. Michael's mind echoed with laughter as he considered the irony of Brianna's gullibility. "Such a fool," Michael whispered to himself, marveling at the simplicity with which he had orchestrated the entire scheme. He relished the idea of Brianna believing his fabricated tale and choosing the hospital for the DNA test. His influence over the doctors had ensured that the results would align with his deceitful narrative.

I looked at her with convincing eyes. Astrid crossed her arms together, refusing to be persuaded. “How do you know that Michael could be trusted? Didn’t you say you’ve only met him recently?” Astrid questioned, reminding me of what I wrote in the letter. I straightened myself. I had to make things straight, or else Astrid would find inconsistencies in my story, and she would realize that I was lying to her, blowing up my whole act. “Well, I did a background search on Michael after I met him, and I found no information to worry about. Michael is clean. He is a software engineer, and he is a family-oriented person,” I explained to her, making things up.

"Maya, all the hospitals in the city finished the tests! Just like you thought! I'm downstairs at Bellemont—I'm coming up now!" I hung up. "Officer, wait. The evidence is on the way." Before I came here, I'd already pulled some of Lily's hair—mine too—and had my cousin Keira run tests. I was going to confirm it quietly. Didn't expect Wesley to call the press and drag me through the dirt. Murmurs rippled through the crowd. "They already did a hundred tests." "Why do more?" "What's it gonna change?"

Roman told Mrs Anabel. "Hey you two should stop! we met not quite long and I trust Michael so much, I believe he's a man of is word. So don't let judge him. Who knows he might not be in good condition as you thought, this people are monster. trust Michael not them!" Mr Albert told Roman and Mrs Anabel. *The Lab* "Hey handsome boy, let begin with our experiment. Ha, ha, ha, ha," Dear James told Michael then he laugh out loud.

"I've told you, I’m making a CV.” "For what? You already got work.” "I'm going to start from 0 Mikey.. I need to be independent." He looked at me weirdly. "What the hell? Why are you changing like this?" He asked. "I like someone." I squealed and he raised his eyebrows. "Who?" "Luke Hastington.” "And then?" "He called me a spoil brat and b**** and-" "He called you that? I'll kill him." Michael was furious. I held his hand and smiled.

The test had failed, not in the way I expected, but in a way that made things even more complicated. Michael hadn’t called for help, hadn’t panicked or revealed any connections. Instead, he had handled it himself, like someone trained to do exactly that and that only reinforced what I already knew. He wasn’t ordinary, not even close.

Ariana's p.o.v I was so over the moon when my Superior at work gave me the contract I had been praying for, I was to supervise the construction that was going to cover all of my problems, I really needed the money a lot, the only condition I hated in the contract was the fact that I had to stay in the same house as the owner of the house, Mr Edih, and rumor was spreading around of how he was a total womanizer, but according to all the woman he was a Greek god in the flesh that was worth dying for.

The doctor sighed and Daniel's grip tightened around me "It's slightly too early for us to say but we are running a few tests. Be hopeful we are all hoping for the best" the doctor says but I'm not listening to anything "Okay thanks, doc," Daniel says. He seemed hopeful but I heard the word cancer and everything just seemed to slow down "Is Thalia going to die?" I ask my voice sounding so faint. Daniel squeezes me planting a kiss on the top of my head. He pulls away and grabs my face "Thalia is going to be okay that I promise you," Daniel says and I believe him. Well, I want to believe him. I have to believe him