Michael X Charlie Novels & Stories

“You two need to talk about this, Cass. Honestly.” “So they'll do it tomorrow or some other time. Cassandra is exhausted” Charisma folded her arms. “And I don't think I want my mate involved in this delicate situation” Michael added, pinning a look at Charisma. “Oh stop it, Mick” she pinned him the same look back. “No. So I'm going to take her home” Michael finished, taking Charisma's hand. “Sorry. And goodnight.” “Wait, wait. Micheal! No! Cass? Ugh... let me go! Seriously?!” she protested as he tugged her away from the pack house.

Not unless they planned on having eighteen kids. The door opened and my head dropped back down to see a younger looking Charles. He had longer hair but it was tied back with not a hair out of place. It was also apparent that the both of us were completely underdressed. With black slacks, a white button-up with cufflinks that I didn’t want to know if they were real gold, I wanted to march my jean covered ass right back to the car. “Hey Michael.” “Charlie? What the hell are you doing here?”

"Bell. My best friend." At that moment, I realized just how little the two of us knew about each other. I didn't really spend time with Charlie unless it was at his parents' house, and I hadn't seen Mike Bell in ages. They both lived in the heart of Mason Belle, but Mike worked on his family ranch just like the rest of us. There hadn't been a need for our paths to cross. "Oh, I didn't realize you two were still close." Charlie picked up the remote to the TV but kept talking. "We're tight."

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX. SUBTITLE; A Night to remember. Michael was lost of words for he never won against Xavier whenever they argue. Xavier always knew what to say. "Common you can't seriously tell me you got married because you're in love with her!" Michael wasn't gonna back down yet. Xavier was well aware of his sister's feeling since they were kids how could he neglect that?

Mike appeared, standing barefoot on the sand. “You were meant for better things than this,” he said quietly. “Why are you wasting time?” Her heart leapt. “Mike!” She jumped to embrace him. “I don’t know why... I just—weren’t you—did you leave Heaven to come here?” He smiled. “A little birdie told me you needed help.” Tears welled in her eyes. “I miss you, Mike.” “I miss you too, Charlene.” He took her hand. “One more race?”

"Then, I want to see you do the same for Michael. We'll take it from there, shall we?" I meet eyes with Michael. He's smiling.... really smiling, his teeth bright and white against his summer tan. It's not the fake version he's been wearing for so long to keep Charlotte happy. This is my friend of years returning.... And Charlotte is smiling too. "Yes, Master." I've missed you.... I've missed you both.... Charlotte, a little awkwardly on her knees, nudges forward between my sprawled legs. While she unzips me, struggling against the tightness of my erection, Michael strips off behind her.

It’s the fucking best. Can’t wait until I have my own pup to do it. But for that to happen, I need this kid to GET OUT OF ME. “You do realize that you, your pups, and your mates just saved Michael’s life, right?” I deadpan, still playing with Christy. “We know. Brandon was really afraid you’d stab him with your fork before we got there,” Charlie chuckles. “He would have deserved it,” I say, side-eyeing Michael two tables over. “Hell yeah, he would have! The only reason he got the whole sentence out was because I slowed my mates down—hoping you’d get one in before we separated you two.”

See you soon, Talia. Mr. X (offline).

You're fucking dead, man. Michael looked away from Killian and walked towards the exit. He didn't turn around but everyone steered out of his way until he went out of the casino and the restaurant. Once he was outside, Michael leaned against the trunk of his car, took out the last cigarette from his box and lit it. It was his first cigarette in days, but it didn't matter anyway. **** "You're absolutely, fucking dead, man!" Jesse shouted as he went out of the casino, clearly trying not to break into a run.

After all, his business was booming—and Xavier had also invested heavily in it. “Thank you, sweet darling,” Michael appreciated sincerely. His Xavier was a sweet and considerate person—not a cold-blooded demon, Michael thought with a nod. “Hm.” Xavier leaned closer and sniffed Michael’s fresh milky scent mixed with the faint scent of drugs. His intense eyes fell on Michael, and he teased while raising his eyebrows endlessly and playfully, “Will that help me get more fun tonight?” he whispered in a husky voice. “As appreciation?” Michael immediately ignored his cheesy fiancé. Instead, he pointed the spoon filled with ice cream at Xavier. “Here,” he said, clearly telling Xavier to take the fir