Michael X Vanny Novels & Stories

she said, gesturing around the apartment as she continued, “is why you kept saying no.” Michael nodded his head and replied to her softly with a look of guilt on his face. “I wanted to tell you, but I just didn’t know how.” She stared at him for a long moment, then unexpectedly, she laughed through her tears and said, “it’s ok”. Immediately she said this, Michael let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and sighed in relief. Vivian on the other hand crossed her arms as her sharp gaze landed on Xander. “So,” she said coolly and continued, “care to explain how a man declared dead is casually sitting with us?

A blond, figure eight, hour glass lady sways from the door from behind the counter, emitting eye blinding light as she throws us a smile, which literally created a rainbow on the top of her head. Wait... An I the only person seeing that. "Xavy." Her eyes lits up, and she pulls Xavier for a hug. Xavy..... Did she just call him.... Its my nickname not hers. Why should I even care. "Come, take a sit." She leads us to an empty table. They take a sit beside each other while I sit opposite them. "Am Pari." I introduce my self first. "Like he said, am Natalie." She flips her hair in a slow motion, her eyes twinkling like a star. Things like this make you wanna wish you were born gay. But no I like

"Stop messing around, Vinnie. Get the fuck out before I make you." Before Vinnie could retaliate with another annoying remark to piss off Michael his phone buzzed in his pocket. "Ooo, my girl is calling. As much as I would love to stay and watch you two play footsie under the table, I got to get my nightly release." He wagged his eyebrows at me and left. "Why is he so weird... and disgusting?" I scrunched my face as he shut the door. "He is an asshole that likes to push my buttons. Come on." Michael lifted me from my chair like I was some child.

The next 6 minutes passed in silence and by the end of the sixth minute, Michael was left impressed. Just as she'd predicted, the rider of the opposing team—the very same one she'd pointed out—had scored the final goal and the entire stadium erupted in cheers. “You know your stuff, Miss?” Michael threw a glance at her, offering his hand. “Mirena Vance.” She introduced, deliberately using Eleanor's last name. Unlike the one she'd legally given herself, Crowne, Vance carried more weight, more recognition, after all, it was linked to Eleanor. The second he heard the name, Michael’s smile grew. “Of course,” he muttered. “A Vance. I thought I saw her spirit somewhere in you.”

He won't want to mention names to avoid being kicked out of the table. Instead, he stretched his arms out to the vain man in front of him, still searching for what his sister saw in him anyway, and with a satisfied smirk watch the awe in his eyes at the gesture. "I'm the Xavier Salvador. Nice to meet you," Brian met his shake enthusiastically while Melissa watched the exchange with a sardonic smile.

Vince said, penting up Michael's curiosity. “Get to the point, Vince. I have a meeting in the next thirty minutes.” Michael said, with an annoyed expression. “The pills were for Sun Mi.” Vince said, with a strange look in his eyes. “Why the hell would she need Memory suppressant pills, she was after all the one who told me that she so badly wanted to regain her lost memories?” Michael asked rhetorically. “Listen to me, what if doesn't know that she's been giving memory suppressant pills, maybe she has no idea that she's even given those pills.”

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

“Oh my. Yvonne Drake! I never thought that I’d see you here!” No one expected to hear a familiar voice ring out at that moment. It was Michael Wilson, the Young Master of the Wilson family, with a few bodyguards accompanying him. They appeared before Fane. “Michael Wilson!” Yvonne stood upright once she saw that it was Michael. She dusted her hands before speaking, “Long time no see. How much money have you…invested in these rocks this month?” The corners of Michael’s mouth twitched when he heard this. He did enjoy gambling rocks, but he had lost plenty of money on this pastime.

He just looked around, like searching for someone, then asked quietly, “Who is he?” Michael turned down the TV volume and got up slowly, “I'm Michael.” Xavier nodded once, sighed, then walked past us toward the hallway without another word. I looked at Michael while he looked back at me too.

he said, confident and unapologetic. Xavier's anger boiled over, and he lunged at Michael with a snarl. But Micheal was ready for him and grabbed him by the throat with one hand. Michael's grip on Xavier's was like a vice, his fingers digging deep into Xavier's skin as he pulled him in close. Xavier struggled to breathe and snarled, trying to break free, but Michael's hold was unyielding. "You need to accept that she's gone, Xavier," Michael growled, his voice low and menacing. "She's made her choice, and it's not you. You need to move on with your pathetic life and leave her behind."