Michael Vey 9 Novels & Stories

“Trust me on that. My men are highly trained to be invisible. Michael won’t notice a thing.” “Good.”

I say and turn to leave. “No!” Michael shouts. “Don’t go, I’ll hand it over, wait!” I remain standing with my back turned to him as I listen to Michael scramble back to his feet and approach his desk. Slowly, I turn around to watch him unlock a drawer in his desk, his hands shaking as he pleads, “don’t hurt Amelia or anyone in Deadfang. I beg of you, take this and don’t hurt anyone.” I take the vial of poison from Michael’s shaking hand and smirk. “For as long as you know how to keep quiet, you have my word that nothing bad will happen.” I assure him and leave.

Chapter: 91. ***** (Love Story. Pt:2) ***** Michael forced himself to sit straight again, gripping the steering wheel tightly until his knuckles turned white, and stared intently through the windshield as if everything that had just happened hadn't happened at all. His finger reached out to punch into the starter button but this time it wasn't the shakiness that froze their movements, no, it was the sight of the man he was running away from standing right there, in front of his car like he was waiting to be run over that froze him. He was frozen to the spot. The same way he had been in the hallway before. Staring into his dark blue eyes. Feeling like he could drown in them. It was then Micha

The fact he was his mate was the worst that could happen, but at least as far as the investigation was going- things were going well. If only Jesse wasn’t trying to betray him. Or was it Flynn? Mike had many reasons to want Richard in jail for the rest of his life and he was going to do it, even if he had to die. “So?” his boss asked, “what’s coming?” “There is a big delivery expected to happen. Weapons, again. “ Mike explained, “They will be transported from France. “ “Thanks to your help, as far as I am hearing. “ His boss said and Mike shrugged.

Adrian's breathing became shallow. His eyes reached the final line. Never allow anyone to assemble the Ninth Cipher. If the Ninth Cipher is completed... History will not change. It will be erased. Before he could process those words... His phone rang. Unknown Number. He answered. Silence. Then a calm male voice spoke. "We've been waiting for you, Dr. Vale." The line disconnected. At that exact moment, every television in the apartment turned on by itself. Every screen showed the same image. A black background.

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please stay with me Aiden. Jonathan was beyond terrified by this dreadful thought. He can't even think of it now. *_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* "Ahh the fucker woke up finally..." Michael said as he saw the swollen cheek of Vincent. "When i got Aiden, i was sure since then that one day you will get your share of trouble bro.." Michael smirked. "You destroyed that boy. He is an angel." "And he fitted pretty well in between you fagots." He earned a punch from Michael.

Close to the barrier I can see a partially shifted Michael, curled up on the ground as the eyti overwhelm him in staggering numbers. 'Michael, hang in there!' I shout out to him. 'Norayr is losing strength! I don’t think I can hold them off!' he shouts back through the link. 'The eyti are too much for him. He’s losing the shift,' Zara anxiously informs me.

he muttered, making a screeching turn onto another street. The cops didn't ease up. Realizing the futility of his attempt to outrun the cops, I tried reasoning, "Why the hell not? You'll get us killed, Mike." Michael glanced at me, and for the first time since I’d known him, he looked scared. "Because I've got fifteen kilos of coke in the back. Twenty pounds of marijuana, two muzzleloaders, two shotguns, a pistol, a nine millimeter and a case of copper bullets. I was making a delivery."

He looked at Gerald with eyes that had seen too many wars. "Listen to me," Michael said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. "Call every elite guard we have. Bring in every mercenary who owes the Valente family a favor. I don’t care what it costs or how many men you need. I want Evan tied up and dragged in front of me. I want him here within twenty-four hours. Go." Gerald nodded quickly, his face full of resolve. "Yes, sir. It will be done." Gerald turned and walked down the long, dim hallway, his footsteps fading into the distance. Michael didn't watch him go. He turned back to the window, his gaze locking onto Lorenzo’s still body again.