Michael Wisehart Novels & Stories

His shoulders trembled with laughter until he was out of breath. In the end, he laughed so hard that he lost consciousness. The doctor gave Michael an injection again. "The patient's condition is not very stable and he can't be aggravated. You'd better go back." "This bastard!" Wayne was filled with heartache and anger when he saw how much Michael hated him. Wayne knew very well that he couldn't change anything if he stayed here because Michael was so sad that had lost his mind. He would only be filled with more hatred when he saw Wayne and Meadow were full of hatred, so they could only leave.

"Hello Mr Gray." “Please call me Michael." The doctor nodded, and Michael went straight to the point. “I would like to be discharged.” I felt my heart skip at his words, and I immediately looked at the doctor. “Okay, I cannot stop you,” the doctor replied calmly, “but I strongly advise against this. You survived something that should have killed you, and two days is not enough. If you leave now, then you are gambling with your life.” Michael clenched his jaw slightly. “Then when would it be possible?”

she said. The more Rhea talked the more angry I got. She's my friend but right now, every word she was saying was like a blade slashing my heart. "Get out!" I growled at her. Whoever this Michael is, I will not lose to him. I've lost Ivory once, I won't lose Harriet. I did research about Micheal and found out he was a warrior who sacrificed himself for Harriet's sake years before we even met. He was severely wounded and has been on treatment for years. And now, he is awake.

Against the loud electric music, my head was pounding so loud that it almost felt like my brain would soon retort to shut down mode. I needed to get out of here. As soon as I found the exit door, my grandfather's personal assistant, Michael appears before me, in his signature black suits. Michael was one of our trusted men and one of the very powerful werewolves in this generation. He was almost like a family and he practically watched me grow up here. " You cannot leave the party yet " he speaks as he puts a hand out to block me. " He knows that I don't do public parties, Mic. What's the point of all these? " I asked, exasperated.

With a calm voice, Peter explains everything to Wise One. "Okay, that's great... Make sure you and Bridget never take your eyes off the situation!" Wise One ordered, and he ended the call... "We need to follow the progress of the situation, without losing focus!" Peter uttered to himself, as he stood up to walk out of the room. *At the Maxwell Groups of Company* Michael was in his office, as he was thinking about a lot that was on his mind. "I need to act fast and make sure I fight with the greatest best weapon I know... I need a weapon of mass destruction right from the inside!" Michael made those statements to himself, as he stood up and left his office.

Because he was the only human who was insane and trying to heal. Mike first appeared to have a psychopathic streak when he was in junior high school. At that time, Mike stabbed a classmate using a sharpened pencil, and the victim died. Mike was even detained in a juvenile prison that only held Mike for a week. After that, Mike was taken to a psychiatrist to do a series of treatments; unfortunately, instead of increasing, Mike's body was out of control.

He said pulling my hair even harder. "I started following him, his every single moment. It was so tough, after all he had increased security around his people after the accident. But I... Hahahahahahahahaha.... I am Miachel, Michael Woods. I do what I say. After all, destroying him is the only motto of my life." He spitted a mouthful of saliva on ground.

Michael is only wearing loose boxer shorts and I would be lying if I say that the huge thing bulging inside his boxer shorts is not distracting me. "Eyes on the food, mate. As much as I like the thought of you sucking my dick as your breakfast, I'm afraid you need to eat real foods for you and our baby Ezekiel's health." Michael's comment made my cheek blushes profusely. I immediately averted my gaze from staring at his bulging dick inside his boxer shorts and focused my attention on watching the romantic-comedy movie. I just act as if I didn't hear his comment to save myself from further embarrassment. Gosh! Why is his body so muscular and so tempting? He didn't even bother to wear a t-shir

But I can see Tony's jaw clenching and I can understand he is really angry. " We don't see anything wrong in what we are doing. We bully those people who are not deserving to be here. Especially this Michael. How can you talk to us like this for a stupid worthless person like him ?", Kevin snarls. " Stupid worthless person ?", I ask feeling anger rush into my veins. " How is he stupid and worthless ? Tell me ? He is extremely brilliant, unlike you guys. He is a talented artist unlike you guys who can't even draw your own record books. You guys are absolutely worthless in front of Michael.", I say in exasperation.

I just wanted to confirm something" Michael said disappointed "You thought you could read minds?" Nirvana burst into laughter "The other day too, you said you were 120 Desmond was 1020yrs old" she laughed heavily I wasn't lying.. Michael thought staring at her strangely "Its not funny. Why did I even tell you when I know you won't believe me" " Sorry" she laughed How could you have said that? Which human would believe such? They don't live that long Desmond said in his mind and Michael tilted his head sideways