Michael Wisehart Novels & Stories

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

He wanted to move but realized he couldn’t. “I guess you were too blinded by her condition you couldn’t see that you walked into a pentagon…” he said. Odin looked around him and he realized he was right. Still he laughed. “You keep making me laugh Michael! Didn’t you have enough toys to play with while growing up?” “I was actually busy watching movies about killing assholes like you.” Michael replied, “Then you must be dumber than I thought. You think this will keep me away? How little your thoughts are!” he spat.

I said. He gave a curt nod and allowed the case to proceed. I excused myself from Alexander’s side to move over toward the plaintiff’s table and took out all the appropriate files. Everyone directed their attention solely to Alexander and without a hitch, he captivated the room. “Your majesty, your Honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, what I am about to bring to your attention is not something to be taken lightly. Nor, does it bring me any pleasure in admitting. But it is with a heavy heart that I can no longer withhold such information, for I fear it will cause a potential danger to the general public more so than it already has. My Stepbrother, Michael Kingston is not of sound, body, a

Just to be safe, she took the device’s microchip. On the other hand, Michael simply yelled, “Get lost!” Buck had been planning to sneak a few photos, but he did not think that he would fail so spectacularly. He had even gotten busted. One of them was Michael Barkworth, one of the most powerful men in the city, country and even the world. The other was holding a syringe with hatred in her eyes. Why would he dare pissing them off? Before Ivanka and Michael could do anything to Buck, he quickly got up and scrambled out of there.

"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,"

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

"Just like he couldn't spare anyone else's lives." The answer was he needed to stop attacking people. He needed to realise that violence is never the answer because people will always end up broken. Dead. No one deserves that sort of pain. No one deserves that sort of sadness. Michael had indirectly killed another person. "He's a malicious creature." Harlow heard him whisper, and she couldn't agree more. "I couldn't agree more." For the first time since she had found out that Michael was her Mate, Harlow meant the words; what he had done to many people just wasn't right.

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.”