Michelle Paige Novels & Stories

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!

At this time, someone rushing from the corner bumped into Gail. The woman immediately yelled, "Haven't you got your eyes?" "Miss, I think you are the one who is so careless to hit us." Jessica was irritated and reasoned with her. Gail tugged at her and apologized, "Miss Brown, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it." Jessica knew this woman. She was Paige Brown, a very famous internet celebrity recently. And she was actually a flight attendant of an airline under the Smith Group. Ever since Paige attracted countless male fans online, the airlines under the Smith Group had been thinking the world of her.

Social media platforms and official ScribeSphere accounts frequently promoted and advertised her works. Michelle's pseudonym was easy to remember, derived from her and Lizzy Xia's names: "Mizzy." It sounded youthful, yet Michelle's writing was mature and refined, creating an endearing contrast. Despite her pseudonym suggesting light-hearted content, her works were firmly rooted in drama and serious storytelling.

I leave the clothes and get up to speak with Paige. “Shakira, get dressed please.” I tell her and she once again is surprised to hear the word please. She huffs and puffs dramatically and begins to dress. “You are no fun.” She mumbles as she begins to dress. “What did you find?” I ask her. Paige pulls up her tablet and scrolls to show me the information. “She is a guest of Walter Vamperloo” Paige tells me. “She is his guest.”

Eros scoffed loudly and stared at her "Oh,the way my bones hurt!!'She whimpered in pretence 'I was in a dark void for so long. Trying, trying to escape from death" she added being a little bit dramatic Eros heaved a tired smile and looked her "What about_" 'Oh the pain,the pain!' Michelle faked a cry and started wailing so long 'The fûck Michelle! Okay what do, you want??" he asked and she smiled immediately "Well...."she drawled like a child 'Go on a date with me' Michelle said "A date!? Tch, you're outta your_"

So we decided that we'll keep him as a pawn so we be sort of safe. But then your biggest rival, the Colombian mafia caught me.. Mirabella was just 9 and luckily I had sent her on a trip.. I made up an excuse that I was pregnant and it would hurt his son if he killed me.. He didn't knew that we weren't so close but he let me go.. But I had to show him a child.. Michelle was pregnant and she gave her child as she became too sick to take care of him, Peter to me while I faked a pregnancy..

Michelle, her best friend and herself barely talked recently since she moved into the Pack's Palace – of course, Mira was gleeful about it. Michelle's happiness was an essential thing in her life, but when another source of her happiness, Tommy, her love, got into an unexpected yet unfermented accident, her life turned upside down. Long story short, money was required – like, a mind boggling amount of money! Mira couldn't bring herself to ask for assistance from Michelle, although she had the Alpha King himself as a mate. Yet when someone, a famous model and daughter of the most prestigious beta in the entire nation, offered her a large sum of money just to give Michelle a call at a particul

For a moment her eyes search the room and when she finally spots me in the crowd, a smile appears on her face and I know for a fact that she will definitely make me proud. “Good evening everyone” Michelle begins to speak, her voice sounding so beautiful that I want to just pull her into my embrace and love her, “thank you all for gracing this press conference with your presence even though it is as impromptu as it can be. It is because of a news circulating online about me and my personal life. Normally I would have turned a blind eye to this because it is the most insignificant thing to me right now but the fact that my husband Enzo Phillips is involved is the main reason why I am standing

Michelle says drolly. I snort into my coffee. "Come on, Chelle, you are always being wined and dined." Michelle is twenty-five and drop-dead gorgeous. It also helps that she comes from minor aristocracy so spends her weekends with people called Alistair and Kiki. She never has a shortage of gorgeous, available, well-bred men whisking her off to the opera in Covent Garden or taking her away for minibreaks in the Cotswolds.

She couldn’t think of any other way that Priscilla was able to defeat Trevor. However, never did she think that Alex was the wirepuller and helped her win. After all, that was completely out of her thinking box, she couldn’t possibly come to that conclusion unless she had gone mad. At this moment, the man on the stage stared at Michelle’s chest. He looked fairly eager and said, “You’re Michelle Yowell? You really are packing huh? You can’t even beat my disciple, are you sure you want to fight me, young girl? How about this, I’ll give you a great offer. Admit defeat and be mine for three days, then I’ll let you go.”