Novelas y relatos de Michael X Vanny

Snorting in annoyance, he left the room after scolding all his subordinates, especially Michael and Jake. Even after they left the room, the cynical glances still didn't end for them. Now, all personnel are involved in looking for Vincent Cox. Mike really couldn't stop himself from being angry. Vincent had been giving him a hard time lately. If he is a vampire, then Michael will have to find a way to incapacitate him or perhaps even kill him. He ignored the fact that Vincent might not be found guilty. Vincent also helped him once and poor Mike neglected it. "Here's your coffee!" Jake handed Michael his coffee while continuing to look at him. Mike just took the coffee without looking at Jake.

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

"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.

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."

My mind wonders to the first time we met. A chuckle leaves my lips thinking about the first time we met... I think back on... I shake my head. I hear a knock on my door. I hide the book and open the door. "I was driving by, and I couldn’t help checking out your sled. Damn she is a fucking beauty. I’m Mike by the way." He says pointing at my Harley. Michael Graham. Road name Blade. He is the VP for the BAMC. And my in. I frown. “You stopped and came to my room to tell me this Mike?” I ask him crossing my arms.

Xavier stated leaning forward with both hands on the table. Michael agreed to lend him some money for his business, he goes on thanking him. He sits up, bringing up another issue to deliberate on. Michael closes the book in front of him, to pay keen attention since he sounded urgent. “Who was that girl you were yelling at?”Xavier asked rubbing his two palms together. “That was my personal assistant, Alicia. Is everything okay?” “Yes! I think I like her.”He teased. Michael raised a brow and hissed. “What?” Xavier asked.