Michael X Ennard Novels & Stories

"He'll want to know." The guard looked at him for a moment, then looked at his colleagues. Then pulled out his radio without lowering his weapon and spoke into it quietly. They stood there for three full minutes, guns still up while Michael was still completely unbothered. His own guards behind him doing the difficult work of staying still when every instinct was telling them otherwise. Then the front door of the mansion opened and Xander came out. He walked down the steps without hurry and looked at the scene in front of him, Michael standing between three drawn weapons like he was waiting for a bus, and said one word to his guards.

“I am going to need you to help me, not stand against me. You are the one person who can actually help.” For a long moment, Maxine didn’t speak. Then she sat back, folding her hands. “Alright. Tell me what you need.” I looked at her, really looked, and for the first time, saw not just my lawyer, but the only ally I had left. “Everything,” I said quietly. “I need to make this real. I need it to stand. If Xavier tries to shut me down, I want him to find out that I already built something he can’t break.”

she placed her hand on his chest, and continued, “A part of your heart will always be connected to him. You will still miss him, as will mommy. Both of you still have each other, so there will still be sad days, but there will also be happy ones.” Michael sniffled some more and leaned into Lucianne’s chest as she stroked his arm. After a moment, Michael looked at Xandar and asked, “Do you have a papa?” Xandar smiled and answered gently, “I did, but he died a long time ago.” “Oh…did you grieve?” As Xandar gently stroked the boy’s hair, he replied, “I did.” Michael then murmured, “Okay.”

Irritating was an understatement, and while the public’s opinion was mixed most media was at least putting the events that happened in a positive light. Michael, for his part, had completely devoted himself to the city’s PR campaign after quitting Howard’s bakery with an apology. With Edwardo’s help he was finally able to start some psychotherapy, even if he wasn’t sure it was helping yet. He and Edwardo had finally finished getting the rest of Michael’s stuff moved over to Edwardo’s place, and they were already talking with contractors on turning some unused bedrooms into a functional studio space.

Her son had indeed attacked her. "You know what? You would answer that later. What's the update on Alicia and Xavier?" Then Ella remembered. Xavier was the young man who had gotten the role of a cleaner in Michael's company, despite his qualification. He had been very hardworking and had only been noticed when he interrupted a meeting Michael had with foreign investors, with brilliant ideas of which they partnered. Michael had been intrigued and set him up with a loan to start his own visioning business. Within few months, the business had kicked start into manifesting yields and he became as rich as Michael was. Still, they maintained their friendship.

how long was he standing there, is he just going to stang there and not help me? He just stood there no emotion radiating from his face so I just let them do what they wanted once they were finished they left but I kept my eyes on Zach how he would just let them do this to me this was the moment I realized that my Zach was gone I had no idea who this Zach was but he was not the same Zach who used to adore me and took care of me and not the Zach who would always defend me from the bullies today is the day I realized that, that Zach is dead. When I got up I realized that Lia was here the whole time while they were beating me but she didn't do anything. She and Britteny are on the same team.

He took it for granted and made a fool of me Nicklaus Michaelson was the only man out of all the men I know, he was the only one that ever treated me right, back then I use to hate him for he was greater and richer than Xavier in the business world, I was in desperate to see Xavier win thinking he would continue to love me like he uses to

" Pablo Neruda. As much as I didn’t want to admit it: I’m addicted to Mr. X. He always gave me good morning and good night, always kept himself present, and when he could not, always found a way to talk to me. Mr. X says: Good night, Doce. Dahlia Penedo Salazar says: Good night to you, Mr. X. Mr. X says: I have some news for you. You’re the first person I’m telling. Dalia Penedo Salazar says: Say, I’m already dying of curiosity. Mr. X says: I’m applying for a position as Division Director in Switzerland. If all goes well, Switzerland will soon be my new home.

“I’m sure if we fly around, we can find another opening.” “No! I’ve had enough. If we waste any more time Emma could be dead. He owes me, Nathanael! He fucking owes me!” Michael tore away from Nathanael. “E.L.? Michael.” A deep timber reverberated in his ear. “Hello, Michael. Nice job on saving the world this week. The company is quite pleased with the results and I’ll be sending out a formal response to everyone shortly.” “Yeah, well we’re not quite done yet, and I require your unique services. Given the fact that you destroyed my life and family, I figured you owe me. Big time.”