Michael X William Novels & Stories

So, he said, “Michael’s blood test specimen results have not come out yet. You only said that he was poisoned, but we still don’t know what he was poisoned with exactly. If you leave, there are many more things that are still pending their results. Ivanka, you understand what I mean. The situation he’s in now can’t be delayed.” Xander is trying to combine modern and alternative medication. Under two different approaches, they could administer treatment to Michael the first chance they can get. Ivanka understood what he meant, but when she thought about how pestering and difficult Michael had been in recent days, she did not quite want to. But before she could say anything, Xander nodded towa

Michael yelled, clenching his fists and taking a furious sip of his wine. Suddenly, the door to his office creaked open, and Xavier walked in with a commanding presence. "No need to bother yourself, bro. I'm right here," Xavier said coldly, his voice laced with confidence and a hint of a curly smile. Michael’s eyes widened as he quickly stood up, shock and anger mingling in his expression. "Xavier?" he called out, almost disbelieving, as Xavier walked toward him with deliberate slowness, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

“But don’t worry. All I have for him is gratitude. He’s yours, I’m not going to fight you for him.” “You say as if you’re in any position to fight with me at all!” Mikayla rolled her eyes at Cecelia again. “He’s been mine since he was in his mother’s womb.” Cecelia, “Haha!” Cyrus wanted to rip his hair out listening to Mikayla. He had an idea of who called Mikayla Xavier. Who else could it be, but William Sandler, his dear brother who just left the room two minutes before Mikayla entered?

Lily watched from the side, her hands clasped tight, knowing what he was about to do. “Ladies and gentlemen,” William began, voice steady but edged with emotion, “I have called you here to clarify certain rumors. It is true—I have ended my engagement with Miss Natasha Mikhail. That decision was mine, not hers. I will not stand for falsehoods being spread in the media or in my own company. Furthermore…” He paused, glancing toward Lily, and in that moment the world seemed to slow. “I am proud to announce that I will be marrying Miss Lily Stephens.” The crowd erupted into murmurs, flashes exploding in the air. Questions were shouted, but William lifted a hand. “This is not open for debate. My p

He walked to the mafia Don and gave him a big hug. Angelina watched the mafia Don silently, wondering who the friend was because it seemed as if they were really close. Apart from Diego, Angel has never met any of Xavier's friends. “ Long time no see mate.” The man complained when they pulled off the hug. “And who is she? Is she your wife?” The blondie asked, looking at Angelina curiously. Even though Angel didn't know the man, she could tell that he and Xavier used to be close. “ Angelina, meet William Scot. He's one of the motorcycle racers and an old friend.” Xavier introduced William to Angelina and her eyes popped out when she realised what was going on.

And yet, despite all this filth, Stanley had still been planning to marry Michael's daughter. Neville felt like an ant on a hot griddle, desperate and anxious. As soon as the car stopped, they scrambled out, stumbling toward Michael. They dropped to their knees in front of him. "Mr. Xanthos, please spare our son. We'll do anything to make it right!" Michael let out a cold laugh. "Imagine if it were my son, with his hedonistic, bisexual lifestyle, messing with your wife—and still expecting to marry your daughter." His tone was casual, but his eyes gleamed with cold amusement.

Azalea queried. "Isn't that impossible? William is trying to make us look bad on purpose. Michael, that idiot, was so dense and even agreed on becoming his best man. I am fuming with anger upon thinking about people badmouthing me in secret." "Meadow, please calm down as Michael was left with no choice. William is from the Howard family and he is also the president of Wolf Group. He also happens to be on very good terms with the Saunders family. Besides, he has the support of the Floyd family as well. No one would be daring enough to get onto his nerve."

I put her on the sofa and come back to check the news update. I will continue to play the game, reveling in the downfall of my rival. Michael, unaware of the forces conspiring against him, stands on the precipice of his own destruction. And I, William, the orchestrator of his downfall, relish every moment, knowing that I hold the power to bring him to his knees.

And from the look of it, Michael was nowhere on sight, so it would possibly mean she was looking out for him. It was just a short while later, when the sound of spoon clinging onto a glass overwhelmed the murmuring of the crowd. William standing in a black tuxedo upstairs kept the two items away as he had their attention. Willow howbeit moved away from the door paving her way to the front, the rest of the family and friends did the same.

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?”