Michael X Charlie Novels & Stories

“What a pervert.” He abruptly stood to stop her. “Are you leaving already? Pardon my manners, my name is Michael. What's yours?” She gawked at his face to be sure she was safe to answer him. “You're not welcome.” Charlene rolled her eyes and then left with the baby in her arms. Michael grinned, without budging an inch from where he was standing. “She's beautiful though.”

One day when I saw our senior, from near, I do not know why but his eyes looked like that of Charlie. I got more attracted towards him. I heard his friend calling him by his name, "Michael." After knowing the name, I went home and searched for his name. I finally found his second name and his profile. I stalked his profile. I got more attracted towards him. I realized that I can move on if only I start getting more attracted to my senior Michael. I just wanted to forget Charlie and move on. I did not want to give any time for myself to think about Charlie. So, I was after senior.

Michael answered me and we decided to went back to our room to get a rest. Maybe Michael and I were just overthinking and it was all just a coincidence. Though, I admit I'm a little bit intrigued by Michael's news about his brothers, Guzman and Polo. Even though I was feeling nervous, I also couldn’t help the urge to finally meet them. I wonder if Guzman and Polo are just like their other brothers who are oozing with charisma and great physique.

I have Arturo with me and that's all I could ever ask for. The End

Mum claimed she loved him and had known him before my dad, she even said she had to marry my dad because he got her pregnant. Four months ago, Charles got transferred to LA and had to take all of us along, we didn't have time to plan so we ended up managing a small apartment with just two rooms, one for my parents and one for Xavier and I. At first, Xavier refused to stay in the room with me and had to sleep on the couch for a whole month. He accused me of snorting and I talk in my sleep. He even threatened to suffocate me with my pillow and pretend he had no idea of what would happen to me.

Tyler starred at Xavier in shock as he raised his glass. "To Maya and Xavier forever." Everybody chorused. Xavier grinned. They have sold their lies to the smartest people he knew successfully.

I say. "Sure." Michael's smile is sunny. "The more the merrier. Let's make him welcome." Heading for the hotel lobby. Michael steps smartly, but Charlotte hangs back. A man stands waiting, tall, blond, powerfully built. Michael strides forward, hand offered. "Charles, great to see you. Thanks for coming." Charles takes the hand with a firm shake. "You too, Michael. I've been looking forward to seeing the place." "Let me introduce you. This is my friend James and my wife, Charlotte."

I said in a breath. "Whoa, wait, calm down. What did you mean by Charlie's in danger?" He stuttered, stepping in front of me. "Do you remember Mr X?" I asked. His eyes widened, stepping back to rest against a chair. "I knew they couldn't be trusted." He heaved a sigh. "Actually, Mr X and what's left of his team might be the only reason Charlie still has a fighting chance." I corrected. Bryan frowned in confusion as he looked up at me, his mouth parting to say something.

A few weeks ago I had everything I could ever imagine and now, I blow out a breath and watch the smoke disappear into the air, I have nothing. I walk further down the path leading back to the house a sigh leaves me, I miss my mate, I miss Braddock and everything about him, my eyes well with tears and I blink them back as I hear the crunch of snow behind me. I stop and turn my head in the direction as my so called brother Michael walks up, he's sweet and only just turned 16. He smiles at me, "Charlie, can I show you something by the border?" I look at him curisously, "Michael, they'll be looking for us soon, it's breakfast time in a few minutes."

Subsequently, he turned toward me in an appeasing manner and continued, "I'll let you deal with Michael as you see fit. Feel free to do whatever you deem necessary to quell your anger." Michael's expression immediately shifted. He stared at Charlie quizzically and asked, "What are you talking about, Mr. Truman? I'm confused." Charlie ignored Michael's silent plea for help and left him to fend for himself. Rather than punishing Michael outright, I'd much rather watch him and Charlie tear each other apart. When I continued to stay still, Charlie glanced at my expression and immediately figured out what he needed to do. Taking matters into his own hands, he turned toward Michael and declared, "