Michelle Nicholas Novels & Stories

Michelle said smiling. "I have a better idea. How old are you?" Lily opened her mouth and closed it but the words could not come out. "Speak," Ivy yelled at her "18, I am 18 years," She said trembling. "She is the right meat for the cats," Michelle said mockingly. "Boys?" Ivy called out to the guards who had their faces all covered and with just their eyes showing. "She is all yours, teach her a lesson to remind her to stay away from Derrick," Michelle said and left the place with Ivy.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

He might pop over for some quick chit-chat, then promptly return to his duties. However, this year was different. Eleanor didn't come alone, nor was she accompanied by Sebastian or Alex. Instead, she was joined by a very elegant woman, Michelle Xia, seated right next to her. This was Michelle's second appearance at Ye Corporation. Though many didn't know her, some recognized her as the woman who had once shown up on Alex's 30th birthday, causing the notorious workaholic to knock off early.

Her face scowled the moment we came to the table. “Oh? So the rumors are true. Nicholas actually has a new girlfriend!” One of the female cast beamed. Nicholas smiled, “Good Evening everyone. Let me introduce you to my girlfriend, Corvette Vincente.” He introduced proudly. “She’s so pretty. Welcome Corvette, join us.” Another female cast said, pointing to the two empty seats. Nicholas and I sat down.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Thus, she had no leverage against Nina. While Michelle was in a frenzy, Nina looked at her with a cold smile and shook off her hand. "You're allowed to scheme against me behind my back, but I can't defend myself? Besides, didn’t I help you set up a meeting with Nash? It seems like you don’t have the ability to handle him." "You dare to mock me again, you vile woman! I'll kill you!" Michelle was seething, completely ignoring that they were at the TV station, drawing attention to herself. Her actions immediately attracted security, who rushed over and pulled her away.

Ms Bell Lopez:- Anastasia’s Aunt. Claudia Marie Murray:- Nicklaus’s personal assistant. ••••••••••

Chapter 3 Kate’s POV Getting dressed in my cocktail dress, with the perfectly matching necklace from Lily, I slip my black flats on before looking in the mirror. I rarely wore heels – they weren’t practical for me and truthfully, I was a bit clutzy in them. As amazing as my wolf was, we could not conquer heels just yet. My hair was smooth and straight for the evening’s party. With minimal makeup – mascara and lip gloss - I was ready to go. At 5’11” I was taller than the average girl my age but attributed that to my Alpha heritage.

I tapped Rita, waking her up and we both stood up. "This is Rita and Makaila." Nigel introduced us. "Wait, So this is the famous Makaila, Christian won't stop talking about." Mrs Hales smirked. "That's right."Nigel smiled at me and I smiled at Christian's parents. "It's a pleasure to meet...." I stretched my hand for a shake, only to be pulled in to a bone crushing hug by Mrs Hales. Not what I was expecting...

So I crept around the village, darting from tree to tree and glancing into every house. At long last, through a kitchen window, there she was. Jessica Michaels. She stood at the sink, washing the dishes as her parents sat in the next room. I picked up a stick and threw it at the window, hoping to catch her attention. Her eyes snapped to the forest as she froze. She glanced through the door to where her parents sat. They hadn’t heard, and I prayed she wouldn’t call them. And the Goddesses listened. She grabbed a towel, dried her hands, and shut the door from the kitchen to the living room. She slid the back door and stepped gingerly onto the porch.