Michael Wisehart Novels & Stories

She clenched her chest painfully. Everyone was shocked. They quickly went up to Grandmother Dawson and started yelling frantically. “Grandma, grandma…” “Madam Dawson…” Grandmother Dawson was rushed to the hospital. When Liam arrived at the hospital, she had already been moved from the emergency room to a ward. A doctor was explaining to the Dawson family the cause of Grandmother Dawson’s collapse and precautions they should take. The doctor’s name was Michael Hart. He was an attractive man with a pair of frameless glasses. He appeared quiet and good-mannered. He had an odd habit of adjusting his glasses with his index finger.

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.

When our eyes meet, she swallows and gives me a look as if to say, stop fucking around and do something. “You called us all to be the witness of this hogwash?” Roberto, the oldest of the men, grumbles, aggravated like fuck. “You, are wasting our time, Michael. If you want to end this young lad here—if you have the courage to do so—you pick up your darling gun and you shoot. No questions asked. No one fucking cares. You watch him bleed to his death. You do your prayers, confess your sins, and go about your day as if nothing happened. That’s what you do. You don’t make the show out of it. This is serious business, not some fucking theatre.” A hard grimace falls across Michael’s face. “Fine. As

"Why... Are you doing this?" Noah asked. "It's because someone like me doesn't have any worth and shouldn't be alive." Micheal said sadly. "No one will care if I die anyway. I'm just a useless waste of space. So it'll be better for everyone if I speed up my death a bit,"

"Not so sure, but it could be. Can I see him please?" "Of course" doctor Brian called out a nurse Risa. And he asked her to bring Michael to his office. Michael, a quiet and generous young man. He is 29 years old fellow yet he had grown a long beard like an 50 years old man. He was almost demented with grief. Ever since the assassination of his parents, the malcontent had been gunning for him. The misery which had become dreadful to him over time as he was committed to the psych ward.

But this time, the people he killed are not just people but direct core members of the overlord of the UK, and now the remaining fake-in-good terms we have with them are finally broken. "What an ass," I said. "Michael," I called, and a young man in a black suit rushed into the office and bowed lightly. He is two years older than me, making him twenty-four years old. Amongst all our mafias, he is one of the best-trained strong ones. "I need you to go to my eldest brother, Adonis, and tell him what Arthur just did so he and Father will be prepared for whatever the UK territory has to say," I said, picking up another file. "But, you can just call him and inform him of that. You know that once I

Michael said through the link so Harris wouldn't hear, and then tried feeling through the link for Noah. “What? Why did you yell at him?” Asher asked, looking at Michael's shocked. Michael looked at Asher and furrowed his eyebrows as a bit of anger washed over him. “Because he doesn't think! Harris was revealing something very hard for him to reveal to everyone and then Noah sat there and laughed, thinking it was some damn joke!... Why the hell would he ever think something like that was a joke? Why would he ever think that that was an appropriate time to laugh? That could have gone really bad! He's lucky he was able to fix that! He needs to learn how to use his damn filter and his head!” Mi

"The funny thing is the mastermind of all this is your very own father on law and your wife. And you are here deceiving everyone acting as if you know nothing about a this?" She literally mocks me. I cannot believe it! I know that Tina is crazy but Harold is just a mere human. "You probably believe y Harold is just a mere human don't you? Hahaha, they fooled you. He is Harold Hades the Great Warlock!" Shock. Disbelief. Betrayal.All these emotions flow through me one at a time. Again my naivety and trust haa blinded my judgement. However, I do not get enough time to grieve as Michael let's out an agonized howl of pain. He falls go the ground and doubles and in pain. He stays there writhing i

Where you sit matters. Who you greet first matters. Whose hand you shake matters. Who stands beside you matters. Adrian spent years believing power meant every private instinct had to be edited before it reached the room. Now he sees what that training took from him. “I will not live the rest of my life as an arrangement of useful positions,” he says. Michael’s face becomes unreadable. “You think Hart has freed you from something.” “No.” “Then what has he done?” “He made it impossible to keep pretending I was free already.”