Michelle Heron Novels & Stories

"W-What do I have to do to make you like me? What does Cheryl have that I don't have?" Probably, the first reason is that her family is rich like Elthon. Besides, she's smart and beautiful... but am I beautiful too? The only thing I don't have is that I don't come from a rich family. "You don't need to do anything Nicole because no matter what you do, I won't like you for my son and especially don't dream of being like Cheryl, because a poor girl like you should always be in the ground. Know your place, Nicole, you don't belong to rich people like us."

she said. “We'll see. I just want it to create fame for us and beat Velikiy.” She nodded and left. When Amelia stood up and walked a little, she would have fallen – but I held her in my arms before she did. I held her waist and her neck to grip her properly. She looked unconscious and calm. I pushed away a few strands which fell on her soft flower-like face. For a minute, I admired how gorgeous she looked. Even at this moment. “You're her bodyguard?” The doctor asked.

I just let the silence hang between us. And then... the laughter escaped me. Loud. Sincere. It was as if the heavens had opened their doors and offered me a feast in the midst of war. The she-wolf was in my village. Michelle Morripin, the exile. The daughter of a traitor. The one who dared to return to the palace as if she were still someone. The one who, even condemned to execution, fled. Now... she was lying there, wounded, hidden under the roof of the most foolish woman in that rotten village.

Ezrah was suddenly afraid, adding, “the CEO of MRAB Group is Michelle Banks, and the president is Roselle Banks. Coco Banks seems to be Michelle’s trusted person. Can you g****e search that?” Lake, being interested in Coco, instantly googled her. “You are right about Coco. Roselle is her middle name. If they are the ones you are going to meet on Monday, then can I tag along? I’d like to see Coco.” Lake’s eyes lit up at the news. “I don’t have a problem with that. So, Michelle is the one going against the Henshaws. If she’s not Zora, then why would she do that? She’s probably going against the Henshaws because I chose Piper over her.”

He proceeded to the kitchen with his shoulders slumped. Lance peered over his shoulder and when he saw Hoon finally disappeared into the kitchen, he turned to his computer and clicked on the police database he was working with awhile ago. He typed first the “Sidburg station” and hovered around hundreds of police officers and office employees from years back. He next typed Claire’s name as Clarissa Mallow and a page popped up seeing first her photo that doesn’t even look anything like her compared to now, written beside her name. Thick eyebrows, downward hooded eyes framed inside her round glasses and a dismal sense of her fashion wearing her checkered poloshirt. Below the header, her data wa

The screen began to shake violently before Nicholas’ cries were heard. Cordelia smiled and asked someone in the company to send her a copy of Michelle’s information. Michelle Carmichael, singer-songwriter. She was good at both singing and dancing. Although her debut had been late, she had been overseas, singing for foreign films. There was a short clip of an interview on the internet. Cordelia clicked on it. Michelle was fair and beautiful and behaved decently. She looked like the nation’s first love too. Cordelia took a deep breath and smiled lightly. Whatever this was, she was going into battle mode!

Or wait, was it a surprise ticket to— "Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed, and threw my hands up. This was going to be the first good news in one week. "DisneyLand? Or to go to the cinema to watch one of the latest movies by Nara Batt? Oh, thanks ma!" "No, no," she shook her hands at me, shook her head as well. "Th-That's not it at all." I threw another steak into my mouth. "Then what?" Again, she seemed to be contemplating on saying something. "Honey…" She sighed again. "A ticket to Australia."