Novel & Cerita Michael Vey Fanfiction

“It doesn’t seem like it. “ Flynn yelled. He was so mad he was going to shoot Killian right then and there. “You sound hysterical. “ Killian said, still flatly. “Am I hysterical?” Flynn’s laughter echoed in the warehouse “I am telling you Mike dies in the next few days. I think you should be the one worried about what happens from now on. No, no. I am not hysterical. I am just laying out the facts. Let me ask you something…” Flynn ran his tongue over his front teeth. He could taste the victory, it was so close it was sweet. “How do you think Richard will do it? Maybe he will make you watch him kill Michael. I have heard seeing your mate die right in front of your eyes hurts like hell.“

Kara explained. "Ooh that, meaning I would have to get it from her myself," Lincoln said as he finally went into his own master bedroom knowing that soon he would decide in trying to take the keys later from me when I was done with my family members. Michael got to his apartment and his favourite bitch, he knew he loved fucking, Linda was waiting for him on his bed. Her pussy was exposed and he knew that she was really waiting for him to come back to have a great fuck. Michael's mouth vegan to water and he didn't know when he had begin to remove his clothes and unbuckle everything.

Looking it over, my eyes went wide in disbelief. “How could she believe that? You never use your full name.” “Exactly.” He growled through gritted teeth. “He must have her feeling so low about herself, that she'll believe anything.” I shook my head. It was not like her to believe something like that so easily. He was really conniving and sadistic. Vi was much stronger than that. “Not if I can help it!” Mike said with anger, standing up and going on his phone. I had a feeling who he was calling and that person was not going to be happy once Mike was done talking to them.

Michael POV I look at Grayson, snarling in disgust, “What a nightmare; that bitch would drive me crazy if I chose her as a mate.” Grayson takes my hand, mimicking her voice. “But Michael, I love you. I want to fuck you and have your pups,”

~•~•~•~• ~~MICHAEL'S POV~~ I was pissed off with Regina that bitch thought she could threaten me after this war. I would surely kill her, how dare her, and now she left. It's been a few days already. I felt she was suspicious because Moon Crescent Pack was weak, and that would have been our opportunity to eliminate them, but she kept giving us excuses. And she has gone there twice and has not been caught, which means they don't have enough warriors. What makes this thing confusing is that girls should not use me and play. I can use her anyhow I want and dispose of her. I don't know why it feels like she is changing, and she would oppose my instructions instead of carrying them out. I need to

she replied "Okay, I'll go take a shower now, am so tired thanks to a certain devil" "Devil?" Lucy asked "It's nothing" I said as I walked to the bathroom 🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅 🎙️ Michael's POV 🎙️ I slowly stood up from the bed as my head ached badly I knew this was going to happen, I always blackout whenever I drink But it's strange, I feel like there's something am forgetting

Edward's POV I was doing my best not to kill that idiot Michael. What the fuck was he doing talking to the Meyers girl? My blood boiled when I saw him touch her. I wanted so badly to shift and rip him apart for daring even to breathe the same air as her. Michael was the Alpha of one of the packs close by, his territory is large but not as extensive or wealthy as ours. He has always been in competition with us in business but our packs are allies so no one could attack.

I said, forcing my voice to stay level, “this is not a discussion.” “Yes, it is,” he shot back. “I’m not running while Santiago is still breathing.” Another explosion rocked the building, closer this time and someone screamed down the hall. “He killed my sister,” Michael continued, his voice shaking now, raw and unfiltered. “He kidnapped Ashley, he played us all like fools and you want me to leave?” “I want you alive,” I snapped. “I want Henry alive.” Henry flinched at the sound of his name. Michael’s grip tightened automatically, his body stiffening as reality punched through the fog of rage. I saw the brief moment where instinct overtook vengeance.

What troubled me was the depth of Michael's anxiety. That night, I couldn't shake the feeling that Michael was hiding something. His usual confidence was wavering, and I sensed a darkness lurking beneath. Days passed, and Michael's withdrawal grew. I decided to confront him. "Mike, what's going on?" I asked, cornering him in his living room. He hesitated, eyes darting around the room. "It's just...Echo's power. It's changing me." "Changing you how?" I pressed. Michael's voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm seeing things, Sandra. Visions of destruction, of losing everyone I care about."

It was the sound of a mate who had lost everything else and was now looking at the only thing that mattered being threatened by the monster who had engineered it all. Michael’s head snapped toward me. For a fraction of a second, genuine fear flickered in his eyes before the mask of the arrogant Alpha slammed back into place. "Mace," Michael sneered, though his voice lacked its usual smooth menace; it was brittle, cracking around the edges. He took a step closer to Jaynayah, his boot hovering dangerously close to her hand on the floor. "How considerate of you to join us. You're just in time to see your mate learn her final lesson in obedience."