Michael Wisehart Novels & Stories

Even if it’s shallow. “Not bad... Hearing your bones and tendons snap is music to my ears. I kinda regret that paralytic but I don’t want people hearing you scream. We are trying to keep this hushed up. Cause, you know, you are a Princess, well… Until I kill you at least. Then you’ll just be another name on the very long list of people I’ve killed.” Michael explained as he blocked the light for a moment. He had a shatter stick in his hands. Not that thing again.

the doctor said. Michael wanted to cry, but tears wouldn’t come out. He couldn’t figure out what was going on or what caused this at all. However, something horrible happened. The time taken to tend to his wound at the hospital was a little too long. Before it was even done, an hour had passed. Michael let out a loud cry. When he saw a Guiana chestnut plant in a pot nearby, he ran up to it and started to copulate with it. Everyone in the group was dumbfounded.

she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers

" I plucked the paper from her shaking fingers, mine shaking too as I unrolled it. The words were a real kick in the guts. Michael Hartmann died from complications stemming from his injuries. My knees buckled, and I grabbed onto the doorframe to stay upright. The world seemed to lean one way, and my brain would not wrap itself around cruel finality of words such as that. "No," I whispered, shaking my head. "It isn't true." "I am so sorry," Madam Tess said, her voice soft and the words filtering from another world. I slammed the door shut, having roughened breathing, and slid to the floor.

“There once was a fellow named Glantz Who, on entering a toilet in France, Was in such a heat, To paper the seat, That he shit right into his pants.” It was Jon’s farewell to his oldest friend. One that he’d never be able to complete in person. Apparently once the cuffs were slapped on, Michael went into a delirious state then lapsed into catatonia. There was a debate on whether to stash his body in a regular slob hospital or go right ahead and warehouse him in the loony bin.

"You might have brought down Samir and Duncan so easily, but Khalid is a smarter bastard. He's been in the business longer than they ever conceived the idea to cock a fucking pistol. Khalid is no child's play, boy; his power and influence is beyond the shores of Empire City. Those who tried to bring him down in the past are not alive to tell the tale of what they suffered, so you get to hear it from me. He's the old crafty fox who will always be seven steps ahead of you. Back out of this madness now, and I'll forget this malady ever happened." It was Michael's turn to laugh. He gripped the edges of the table, doubling over in laughter. "I like the fact that you don't know what I'm capable of

The man started to laugh and said this is just the start as I said welcome to hell saying that he puts fifty needles in his whole face. Michael can't take this anymore and he gets faint. After half and hour Michael open his eyes and saw he was lying in the ice bed and needles are still in his face Some man was standing around him and looking at him with anger. Man was sitting in the chair and said Mr Michael you got up great I was waiting for you to get up Michael was in pain and because of that he wasn't able to speak. Man looks at his man and said takes out all the needles from his face harshly and then put red chili powder in it

None of them aware that just three floors above a patisserie renowned for its éclairs, we were watching the culmination of a decade-long chess match. "BREAKING: Notorious Billionaire Michael Coleman Found Dead in Cell—Authorities Suspect Suicide." The words scrolled across the bottom of the screen in multiple languages as footage played of the Geneva detention center where Michael had been held since his arrest at the WHO conference. The arrest that had been broadcasted live across financial news networks worldwide—Michael lunging across the stage toward Griffin during the panel on "Ethical Boundaries in Genetic Enhancement," security restraining him as he shouted about his rights to "protec

He mumbled, "My masterpiece? What the hell is he talking about?" Confused, Michael clicked on the video, determined to see what kind of trash he had been sent. The screen lit up, and instantly, a horrifying scene unfolded before his eyes. A hairy-chested, hairy-legged man was on screen, dressed in nothing but a skimpy lace lingerie set. He was caressing himself, moaning in exaggerated pleasure, his body twisting and convulsing in ways that were both suggestive and absolutely disgusting. "Fuck! I knew it! What a goddamn pervert, a freak! Whoever the hell this is, if I ever find him, I'll beat him to death!"

wisdom said and left the cafeteria. Micheal came back home after his dusmissal from the company. Sheba company as been one of the company that Micheal had always aimed for. He is ejected from the company just like that. The issue seems really frustrating. What happened that made Micheal leave the company seems suprising and the last words that Tony said when he was leaving the office made him more worried.