Michael X Vanny Novels & Stories

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.

Ivan was confused and looked suspiciously at Xander. Xander simply turned to Michael and asked, “So... what’s the next step of your plan? Are you going to wait for a week or...” Michael pursed his lips. “Tell me all the details.” Without hesitation, Xander explained the process of Michael’s recovery to him. After a moment of contemplative silence, he looked at Ivanka. He then asked her softly, “What do you think?”

We finished lunch and left towards headquarters. I will drive, Filomena reluctantly accepted, to go ahead and the X, like a true gentleman, went behind. He straightens out his beige suit and sits right in the middle, forcing me to always stay in my field of vision in the rearview mirror, a real son of a bitch. As soon as we arrived at the Villa the gaze of admiration of X upon seeing the house gives me full satisfaction, reminding me that he is the financier of all this. I turn to him to invite him to take a tour of the NGO.

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

He had always had a crush on her from the first day she came to work in their company but was bidding his time for the right moment to confess his feelings to her. She always thought it mysterious how Vinca disappeared. "I am sure there must be foul play somewhere", she said turning to look at Mike "Why don't we go visit her parents after work? Maybe they have heard from her" Mike knew how much Shirley hurt over her best friend's disappearance. She had been unsettled ever since that broadcast. She was one person who never liked Damont from the first time she met him. She had tried to tell her friend that Damont gave her very negative vibes, but Vinca brushed off her friend's intuition, termi

He walked around shaking hands with Vane Industries people laughing loudly and taking credit for things he didn't do. I watched him from afar without him noticing me. Mike said to the Vane Industries people around him "I am telling you Alex Vane is lucky to have me. If it was not for me the MacTech deal would have been a disaster for Vane Industries." Jason Xander stood next to him nodding his head and playing along. His eyes were sharp. He was paying attention to what Mike was saying about Vane Industries. It was annoying to see Mike being so arrogant and dishonest about me and Vane Industries.

He had honed the skill of navigating Michael's inquiries with finesse, answering with concise information that didn't invite further probing. "Xavier," Michael's voice held a note of warning, "are you certain there's nothing you missed?" Xavier met Michael's gaze with a steady resolve. "Absolutely, sir. I made sure to cover all angles." Satisfied, Michael nodded and turned his attention back to his work. Xavier exhaled a silent breath of relief, his inner strategy proving effective. He knew that the less he revealed about his whereabouts, the less he would be subjected to Michael's relentless scrutiny. After their brief exchange, Xavier excused himself and retreated to a quiet corner of the

His eyes, dim and lifeless, stared blankly ahead, and saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth. Xavier stood in front of him with Anna by his side, her beauty striking in a short gown. "Hello, big brother," Xavier said coldly, his voice laced with disdain. Michael tried to speak, but only choked sounds came out, tears streaming silently down his face. "I knew you were crazy," Xavier continued, glaring down at him, "but I never thought it would come to murder." He spat the words, his disgust evident. Michael’s lips trembled as if trying to form words.

But instead, I was greeted by a slight nod of acknowledgement, as well as a wry grin. “It’s nice to see you hale and hearty, Layla,” he muttered. I blinked. “T–Thank you,” I responded after a moment, and Michael’s smile widened. His lips parted as he prepared to say something else, but then the sound of a low groan coming through the open doors of the minivan stopped him cold, and as one we all turned to Xavier, who winced as he came awake before sitting up and blinking blearily at all of us.