Novelas y relatos de Michael X Jeremy

The term was disrespectful, but the last thing I wanted was to cause any problems when I needed his help. He was my only hope right now. The only man who had the power to get Emory out of the mess she had gotten herself into. Hopefully, it all works out like I have it planned or else I'd be fucked. "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm Michael Carter" "Michael Carter. Never heard of that name before. Who are you and why have you come here?" "Mr. Jeremy, I came here to talk about the woman who you had thrown behind bars."

Michael frowned. "What are you going to do now?" "I just want to try something else because Esme has made it clear that she does not want to get back together with me. It has come time for me to depart, Mr. Michael." Jeremy got up from his desk and left the building.

"She's made her choice, and it's not you. You need to move on with your pathetic life and leave her behind." Micheal finally released his grip on Xavier and laughed as he fell to the ground, gasping for air. “You're just trying to rub it in my face, aren't you?" Xavier managed to say after a few moments. "You're trying to humiliate me." Michael's smile was cold. "I'm just telling you the truth, Xavier. You're not good enough for her. You never were. And now it's time for you to move on with your little omega bitch. Are you certain her omega child is even yours? Wouldn't it be sad for you to have no heir? The one in my grandmother's arms will grow up with me as his father.”

His voice was becoming harsh as he tried to understand why his sons thought something like that was okay. “It was Michael’s idea.” His voice grew lower. Jadie looked confused and chimed in. “Who is Michael?” She asked, already having a feeling who it was. Jeremy peeked up at her with a raised eyebrow. “It makes sense why he wouldn’t have talked about him to you.” She tilted her head and waited for him to continue. “Michael is Lincoln’s brother.” Realization dawned on her. He had mentioned him before, but never told her his name. “Anyway, after we tied him up, this man came out of the woods with rogues behind him-“

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

Michael smirked. "You know it's not complete unless she accept my rejection which she never did." He smiled victoriously. Xavier scoffed softly. "Well then, why don't we get her to accept your rejection and denounce your pack at once." Michael balled his fist in rage, anger flashed in his eyes, but Xavier didn't give a damn, he wasn't bothered about Michael, after all, he is in his territory and Michael is nothing compared to him. "You have no right to do that Xavier!" Michael said with gritted teeth.

I heard her call out my name in the earpiece but I couldn't answer, because I knew if she heard my voice she would know immediately what I was up to. At long last, Michael finally joined me in the basement calling out for his associates name who had already left the building. He stood in the doorway surprised, a smirk made its way onto his lips and he clapped his hands chuckling. "Ah, I should've known," he said shaking his head. "It was no coincidence was it?" "What?" I asked and he smiled leaning against the wall. "That Xania was here? In an art gallery, I haven't kept my tabs on her in a long time but I know how great of an actress she is, so was it all scripted?" He asked and I lifted a

But unfortunately, it all fell apart. Jeremy approached and sat on the other side of the bed, looking straight at me. "Eat well, Deli." His voice was calm, but I could only imagine the storm in his heart. I'm sorry, Jeremy... I nodded awkwardly and concentrated on my plate, unable to meet his gaze. It wasn't guilt—the weight of knowing I could never give him what he wanted. "I spoke to your father about Michael," Jeremy said. "What are you going to do with him? He wasn't lying, was he?"

The car came to a stop, and a few strong men got on. "Mr. Jeremiah." Jeremiah was just about to tell them to make their move when Xavier unexpectedly opened his eyes. He saw everything inside the car clearly. Jeremiah looked at Xavier's open eyes and laughed coldly. "Xav, were you just pretending to be asleep?" Xavier didn't respond to him. Jeremiah said again, "Whether you're pretending or not, I'm going to take your life today." Xavier heard what he said but looked at him with confusion. "Who are you? I want to go home."

He picked up the remote and turned the volume down a little bit. “Not really.” I admitted. “He…” Michael nodded slowly, tossing popcorn into his mouth. “Maybe he’s going through a hard time. I'm sure he'd come around soon.” “Yeah,” I said. For a second, we both went quiet. The only sound was the crowd cheering on TV. Then he said, “So who exactly is Xavier? You two don’t look much alike.” “He’s my brother,” I said. Michael looked a bit surprised. “Your brother?”