Michael Vey Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Valentina, have you ever thought about me when you sacrificed yourself? I bet you've thought about it, didn't you? Why would you still do so whereby you knew that I would collapse by your death? Valentina, you've considered too many people. You worshiped your love, your loyalty, and your faith more than me. I should hate you, but I can't, I miss you so badly. Can you take away my deep-rooted love together with you? Can you?" "As Michael confronted her, Aria's tears kept flowing down her cheeks." "She had discovered everything that happened between Michael and her older sister, Valentina." Michael told her before. "Michael was once a rebellious child, he ran away from home after quarreling w

Out of energy from being in a part-shifted state, that was all for nothing because Michael swam using vampire speed to their location. “I want to go home,” Ann said, crying. “No, wait. Paris?” “He is back on the Island,” Wynn told her. “Paris is back there?” Michael asked, not believing his ears. “You are never to come near me or Paris ever again!” Ann demanded, remembering that she held power over Michael with a promise he made her to always obey her. “Ah, common!” Michael said, and felt his skin starting to boil. “Fuck,” Michael exclaimed before speeding off. Not able to do anything about Ann and Paris anymore, he went back to New York.

I snapped back and turned to leave, but Michael called after me. Laughing loudly, he pointed at the bright red bowl of steamed fish in some spicy sauce. “Eat this, and we’ll let it go.” I was allergic to chili peppers, and they had deliberately ordered the extra spicy version. I wanted to refuse, but Florence grabbed my wrist. She knew perfectly well that I couldn’t eat spicy food, yet she allowed Michael to push a small bowl piled high with the sauce toward my mouth. I jerked sideways, and the dish spilled all over Michael’s expensive shirt.

LAYLA’S POV The windows were already blurred with steam, the city lights outside reduced to soft, bleeding halos. Inside the car it was just us—heat, breath, and the night of starvation finally breaking loose. Michael’s fingers moved with devastating patience, sliding through my wetness like he was memorizing every inch he’d been denied for a decade. I whimpered into his mouth, hips rolling shamelessly against his hand. He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes black with hunger.

Makes my teeth feel loose in my skull. I try to comfort him but touching his skin makes everything worse. The light threads spread from his fingers to mine. Crawl up my arms like living things. Burn cold against my flesh. Through the connection I see things. Flashes of possible futures that make me want to scream. I see Michael grown up but not human anymore. Eyes like black holes. Mouth full of teeth that don't belong in any earthly creature. Leading armies of things that were never born but summoned from places where physics don't work right.

“Are you sure? You're talking like you can read his mind. He's probably using you as a means to filter into the Virelli syndicate for all you know.” “That's a fucking lie.” Elian snapped, denying his brother's words. “You don't know anything.” “But I know everything about you,” Michael said, voice dropping to that familiar tone Elian knew too well. “I made you. Every scar on your body, every nightmare you still have. That’s me. And you’ll always be my little brother.” Elian’s finger twitched on the trigger. “Shut up.” Michael laughed softly. “Or what? You’ll shoot me? Go ahead. Prove you’re not the same scared little boy you've always been.”

“This is ridiculous. Michael ran off with Cynthia, he wouldn’t …” I leaned close, lowering my voice until only she could hear. “Do you want your money back?” Her breath hitched. “Do you want revenge?” The fire lit in her eyes again. “Yes,” she whispered. “Then you’ll do exactly what I say.” Vivian dragged her away toward one of the guest rooms, Victor chuckled low under his breath beside me. “You really think Michael’s gonna bite from a couple selfies?” he asked. “He’s a narcissist,” I said flatly. “Of course he’ll bite.”

Cherry can't be here Michael thought. Come here! He said drawing the gate man close, Tell her I'm not around, tell her I traveled , just tell her anything but no matter what do not let her into my house,Michael said angrily. Now hurry up and go Lock the gate ! Michael order, but before the gate man could lock the gate Cherry was already inside the compound,walking down to the main house,where Michael stays. Hi baby! Cherry said,when she saw, Michael spreading her both hands open to hug Michael,She ran to Michael with her hands still opened and hugged him before he even realize what she was up to.

I fueled him on, noticing how Michael’s eyes widened for a brief moment before he slapped his hands against his chest in feigned hurt. “Never!” He cried, lying easily. Guess he wouldn’t be able to lie when I go full force on him. Only a few moments later, I noticed that his pupils had begun to dilate. Even his hands were trembling not-so-slightly and it was becoming too difficult for him to even hold himself up. I ran a perfectly manicured finger along his face and pinching his chin, I pulled his face closer to mine and whispered; “Maybe we should go to that warmer place after all, there are a lot of things I’d love to know and a lot of ways I’d like to get them out of you.”

Michael says putting his hands on either side of your face. You can see in his eyes that he is happy that you are finally ready to go on the run with him. After a deep kiss, he took a deep breath. “Wait here.” “Where are you going?” you ask confused. “To kill Davide,” Michael says with a smile. "First," you say wrapping your arms around him. "Make love to me." *** “Wish I could be the one to do it,” you say after an intense love-making session. But knew it will just complicate things.