Michael Test Novels & Stories

Immediately the result got to Austin, he made a photocopy and sent one to Michael's mail, just to clear the air about every speculation going on in his mind. When Michael got the test result, he was disappointed but had to live with the fact that, James was not his son. Michael was now focused on making Herbert pay for all the evil deeds he has done to him, and his late Dad...

How people could be that happy while knowing they may be killing someone was beyond her. "You're testing my limits again." Michael's voice came directly beside Summer's ear. "How so?" Summer kept her face impassive. Michael chuckled, "eyeing my subordinates over there. Do you want to be responsible for their deaths?" Rolling her eyes Summer turned to Michael. "You really need to fix that habit." "You need to stop testing my limits." Michael countered. Grabbing Summer's chin he tipped her head up enough for him to plant a quick kiss on her lips. Stepping away he called order to his six men. They fell into line instantly like well trained soldiers and awaited Michael's instructions.

Why did the birth test that Azalea was talking about sound like a DNA test? When Michael was still a lawyer, he had also helped some people to win court cases about their children. After hearing this, his attitude immediately changed, and he did not enter the study. Instead, he turned around and went to the living room and invited Azalea to sit down. "I thought that Frederick had come to deliver you some tonics on purpose, but he brought you to do a pregnancy test instead. Tell me about the test in detail."

Bruce nodded desperately, despite wanting to end the misery right there and then, letting Michael run some tests. After several examinations, Michael tilted his head, puzzled. "That's weird. There's no blood clot or anything unusual. Everything looks normal. This doesn’t make sense."

He shook his head, “you’re tests from here on out will be tougher, more confined, you’ll need to use your brain to get out of situations, or don’t you care about your own life any longer.” Though Michael's words were harsh, cruel even, he was right, I had focused only on the door lock itself, there were other options, but I neglected to see them. He pointed out that he had given me a time frame, even knowing the consequences would be the building blowing up if I didn't make it didn't give me the foresight to look beyond that lock. I almost chuckled at my own failure in this first test, my eyes locked with his, "I failed miserably on this test." I shook my head, "I won't on the next one."

Victor added. Michael stood up and shoved his hands into the pockets of his uniform. "Are you willing to testify to all this in court?" He questioned but Victor sneered. "I don't want to be called a snitch.This business does not treat snitches so kindly.” With a hard edge to his gaze, Michael scrutinized Victor to ensure he wasn’t lying. As a profiler, he was trained to think like a criminal so he would know if he lied. When he was satisfied with his findings, he nodded his head and said. "Thank you Mr Walker for coming and as promised we are ready to fly you and your family out to a safe house that I also don't know."

Would she break? Michael, sitting in the passenger seat, broke my reverie. "So, what’s the plan?" I turned to him, a smirk playing on my lips as a twisted idea formed in my mind. “I want to test her.” Michael raised an eyebrow, uncertain but willing. He had been with me long enough to know that when I got an idea, it was best to just go along with it. “How?”

“I kept waiting for the right moment and the right moment kept not arriving.” “I know,” I say. “Michael loved her,” she says. “He was a good father for those two years. He was patient and present and he read to her every night and he was better at the early parts of it than I was.” Her voice stays level but something underneath it does not. “When the test came back, he didn’t fight. He didn’t threaten. He just went quiet in the way some people go quiet when the thing they built their understanding around turns out to be wrong.” A pause. “I thought that was the end of it. I thought his grief was private and it would stay private.”

I promised him and, with a final nod, I left him. Now, I needed to talk to Michael. We needed to talk about his thoughts of Mario and come up with a plan to dispel the doubts Steven created. I first looked at his room, but he wasn’t there. After searching a few other places, I found Michael working out in the gym. I sat cross-legged on the floor next to the punching bag he was hitting. I couldn’t believe how much strength he had, considering the silver band still around his wrist. “What do you want?” he asked. “If you want me to apologize, you can leave now.”

With a low groan, he slumped back into his seat. Micheal was handsome with features similar to Easton but in a more manly manner. He was five years older, after all. He also had green eyes and stood at six feet two. He oozed a powerful aura as he turned to face the crowd. His lips curled into a smile, but the smile was nothing friendly. He actually made people even more uncomfortable. “My name is Michael Black," he began, his voice steady and commanding. "And I’m here to set the record straight. Scarlet is no fraud. Everything you’ve heard tonight or any other time is nothing but baseless lies designed to tear her down."