Michael X Ennard Novels & Stories

Coco leaned closer to Fiona and whispered, “Do you know who he is?” Fiona followed her gaze toward Mike, then shook her head. “No idea.” “He seems to know Miranda pretty well,” Coco said, curiosity practically written all over her face. “Can’t you ask your sister? Maybe she knows him.” Fiona, intrigued herself, picked up her phone and texted Xena. “Do you know the man in uniform? He looks close to Miranda.” Xena glanced at the message, then turned to look across the hall. Even sitting down, Mike stood out. His posture was straight, his presence commanding, and his expression carried a quiet authority.

Michael’s cold tone barely hid the fury simmering underneath. Xavier leaned forward, not even trying to conceal his satisfaction. "Yeah, I guess I am happy. But you know who’s even happier? All the women you screwed over throughout the years. They’re thrilled to see you getting exactly what you deserve." He smiled coldly. "Oh, please, those are lies! I’ve never hurt a woman in my entire life!" Michael shouted, his voice shaking. "Lies? Really?" Xavier scoffed. "I’m not sure what’s collapsing faster—your reputation or your stock price." He turned his phone toward Michael, showing him the company’s crashing stock market figures.

“We are going to be friends and if we are to be friends I need to get to know you, explain to me who you are and what you can do” “I am the XBand Generation 4 companion. I am Michael.” He paused, as if accessing a foundational script. “At my core, I am a predictive and adaptive life-management system. My purpose is to optimize your existence by managing the practical so you can focus on the profound.” He began to list his functions, his tone calm and informative.

well we are currently waiting on you", I replied. "Have you heard from Nicholas?" he asked backing me. "No I haven't, any problem?" I asked. "No, it's just that, we haven't spoken lately", he answered. "Maybe, it's as a result of tiredness", I replied. "Yeah, I believe so", he replied. "You can take your leave now, don't forget what I ask of you Mr. Xander", he said facing me. "I promise, I won't", I replied and stood up, we shook hands and I walked out of his office. Mr. Escobar Silverado. P.O.V. After Mr. Xander left, my mind drifted towards Mr. Michael, I felt so bad for what I did towards him. My conscience was pricking me, I looked at my phone, and the urge to call him was ve

Even Dorian calls him Lord Michael. "I hope you and Edna Adams are familiar with each other by now," Michael says as he tilts his head towards Edna who is shooting lasers through her eyes. Maybe because I made her brother look half like a clown. Or maybe I am the mate of the one she was promised to. Whatever the reason, it doesn't affect me anyways. "You bet, Michael. We are good friends. Aren't we, Edna?" I smile at Edna, leaving her with no choice but to plaster a fake smile on her face.

The rain finally stopped in the morning. A Monday morning moving and Marshall has to go to work. Micheal is a young boy at 22 years. His parents were killed in an accident 10 years ago and ever since he has been carrying his burden alone. He is a tall, black and lanky man. Although he tried gym centre for a while but stopped.

I whimpered, and he stared at me like a real mad woman in the trashcan, "Xavier is more powerful than Xander. He is Xander's father and has numerous guards and dark magic. He sits on his throne in the Red Moon Pack's Royal Chamber and rarely comes out unless he is about to go to war. How on earth do you think of killing him in your entire life!!!" Hutton growled, gritting his teeth in fury. I bowed my head to the ground, reminiscing about his words. He was right: how would I ever kill Xavier? I won't gain access to him freely without losing my life!!!

“How long will it take you?” “Two hours there.” Michael answered calmly. “Maybe less if the archives weren’t touched.” Dominic frowned slightly. “You shouldn’t go alone.” Michael already expected that. “I know.” Before Dominic could continue, Michael glanced toward the far side of the room. “Enrico.” One of Seraphina’s older guards, Enrico, tall, silent but deadly, immediately stepped forward from the shadows near the wall. He had been beside Seraphina for more than thirty years and rarely spoke unless necessary.

Xavier raised his brow in confusion at the male voice he heard. Amber grumbled,"Shut up" she should have known. After some minutes passed, Michael finally taught her how to do it and the sales records was erased smoothly. She was quite impressed. "Why didn't you teach me how to hack?" She asked. "Pretty girl, if I did you'll surely misuse the skill". Pretty girl? Xavier thought they seem pretty close. Amber rolled her eyes and told him they will chat later, if she doesn't end the call, he was never going to end it. Michael was a guy she met overseas while trying to survive and cater for her kids, he took her in out of generosity and overlooked the fact that she was a mother of three. He also

she explained awkwardly. She decided not to admit that she thought Michael was too closed off to have friends, especially considering his top position. “Well, looks like you’re in for a surprise,” Michael said with a smile. “I’m friends with Lennon Meiner, the fashion designer. Colin Nellis, the owner of one of the top five jewelry stores in the country. Also Leanne Kinsley, the model on the Lipstick magazine.” “Really?” Her eyes went wide. “I was expecting only one!”