Michael X Chris Novels & Stories

Xavier, who came up with Chris, heard the noises too. Both stood outside the door and looked at each other in dismay. Xavier looked at Chris. “Chris, what’s wrong with dad? Why is he so angry?” Chris shook his head and remained silent with a tense face. Then, when he saw Xavier come alone, he asked, “Where’s your woman?” Xavier chuckled. “She isn’t feeling well, so she went to the restroom.” Chris nodded. Then, both of them pushed the door open and went in. Creak…

Michael stood up and walked towards Chris. Chris remained mute, wearing the shirt he had selected. He opened the door and Michael caught his shoulders. Chris shrugged them off, turning around, immediately clawing Michael's bare chest and pushing him to the ground. "You should've left me in the woods, Mike." Chris gave a dark, one-sided smirk. He walked out and slammed the door.

Maddox suggested causing me and Michael to look at each other with a mug face. "Me?" I asked with a hint of disbelief in the tone of my voice. I can't believe that Maddox just suggested me and Michael do the sparring together. I don't even know what they're doing in the training, and besides, between Michael and me they already know who's going to win. Michael is an alpha and I don't think I can match his strength. "That won't happen, Maddox. Go back to training, I'll be watching." Michael said and Maddox just shrugged his shoulder before saying goodbye and he gets back to their training.

Xavier was chuckling sarcastically. "Your woman?" He raised a brow and grinned. Michael was indecisive as to what he really wanted. "Don't play dumb, you son of a bitch. How i trusted you so." Michael was ranting. Xavier maintained his composure and smile, pulling closer so he and Michael's face were just inches away. Then, his countenance changed. His face was hardened and the veins on his face stood out visibly.

Among the swirl of possibilities, a name emerged with unwavering conviction—Chris. The thought sent a chill down Miguel's spine. Chris, a former acquaintance, had a history of harboring resentment towards Tyler. Their interactions had been fraught with tension, a lingering shadow that seemed to follow them wherever they went. Memories of their past encounters flooded Miguel's mind, intertwining with his current investigation.

Deciding to go straight to the point, he says with a serious face, “I’m here for an answer to a question I’ve been having for over 20 years.” Michael straightens up his back and narrows his eyes as if trying to identify if he is being set up. “I just want to know why you hate my mother and me so much,” Chris says calmly, waiting for an explanation. His father looks at him in disbelief, rubbing his chin with his hand. He opens his mouth but shuts it quickly. “Because of her, I couldn’t be with the love of my life,” Michael says after a long moment. “You mean the hooker you met when mom was pregnant with me,” Chris says sarcastically.

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

“He didn’t do any of that. And honestly, I’m drunk and I don’t know what I’m saying… Let’s just forget about it.” Caesar looked be wild at me before seeing Chris and he stepped around me to walk towards Chris. “You're going to stop right there and go back. We don’t need you here right now.” “Excuse me?” he asked as he shoves Caesar's shoulder. “Don’t be talking to me like that.” “I can if I want. Michael and I are leaving so go back to the party. He’s done.” He said as he walked away from Chris to grab my arm about to lead me down the block.

Alex huffed in annoyance. He helped me get on my chair and set my crutch aside before grabbing some pastries and heating them up in the oven toaster. As Alex was waiting for the pastries to warm up, his eyes keep going back to Lory and Leon. The two were clearly enjoying each other's company and I don't think Alex approves of it.

Michael got annoyed. "What am I living for when my peace is just with me? She means everything to me, even going to the point of becoming the best thing that has happened to me. I wish you were in my show to understand better." Christian speaks with a trace of a bitter mind. He wasn't happy any longer. "Do you want to fall into Xavier's hands?" I believe he will smash you to death." Michael is scaring him. "We were once soldiers; we have what it takes to defend ourselves. How can Xavier, with his infidelity act, stand"? Christian asked Michael, working on his cage.