Possess Me Michelle Heard Novels & Stories

But she couldn't any longer. Her hands moved to open the small envelope and took out the contents. It was a chip. Her heart dropped to her stomach, her breath catching. She had a bad feeling about this and what it meant. Marco had said he'll be in contact about a chip. This had to be it. She held the small device close to her face, seeing that it looked identical to the one she had implanted on Rico. She gulped, the memory of that day weighing on her conscience. Calla shook her head and took a deep breath, putting the chip back into the envelope and pushing it into her back pocket.

When Tessa came to see her, she was a shadow of her former self. "Charlotte, I'm begging you." "Can you just... let me have William? Please?" "He won't answer my calls, he won't reply to my messages, he won't even meet me once... I'm going crazy..." At that moment, Mia and Charlotte were having afternoon tea in her new living room. Mia rolled her eyes so hard she nearly dropped her cup. Charlotte stopped her. Watching Tessa cry, her eyes red and swollen, she almost wanted to laugh. "Tessa, you know, I think I'm pretty resilient."

“Slap that on both your collars. It’ll jam the signal for about thirty minutes. Long enough to reach the safe zone.” I did as she said. The moment the device connected, the burning relaxed. Liora sighed in relief as I placed the second one on her. For the first time since the conference room, I felt my wolf stir properly again. “Thank you,” I said. “Don’t thank me yet. Michelle isn’t just building soldiers. She’s building something worse. A hive mind. Those golden-eyed bastards share thoughts when they’re close enough. And right now, they’ve got your scent locked in.”

It clearly wasn't supposed to concern me in any way. And not like I could've asked Ace about this either. He wouldn't tell me. He acted all mysterious and guarded up. Like there was something, something big, behind this. He even acted strange. What could've made him that way? People aren't guarded up from the time they're born. Things happen that change people. Things that– "I just heard it." I froze in my position when I heard that voice. Which sounded more like a hushed whisper. Was someone here besides me?

I cut in, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Ooooo..Kay. Super man hero complex. Noted," Michelle chirped, though her eyes remained worried. She turned back to her screen. "Silas! Get over here and hold this guy's head still. I need his thumbprint to bypass the biometric lock on his phone."

Michelle announced. A smile curved up at the tip of my mouth. I felt overjoyed at the news. I only gave Michelle a piece of my mind. She's stubborn but cooperative, especially after she heard of how close Kahlan had gotten over these days. She believes I could be in that position as well.

Leaning down to whisper into my ear so no one else could hear her. “You don’t belong here, we don’t want a half-breed like you here.” I couldn’t hold back the snarl that had been building in my throat, she looked back at me shocked as a pack member walked past glancing between us with concern. “Michelle… is everything okay?” He asked her directly, I felt my heart drop as her words repeated in my mind. “Of course Rodger! Was just speaking to my lovely Grand-daughter, although she seems a bit touchy today!”

My parents are music professors, and their university is always hosting these music salons and exchange events. But they never took me. After I graduated from college, I was desperate to see what it was like, so I begged my mother for a visitor's pass. She was busy helping my sister Ella fill out an application for one of those concerts, and she cut me off cold: "Everyone attending is a top-tier musician. You can't even read sheet music—walking in there, you'd just stick out like a sore thumb." A few days later, I stood in the freezing wind, listening to the applause rolling out from the auditorium. My sister stood at center stage, performing alongside a bunch of renowned musicians. That nig

Michelle's POV I had lived behind the streets of the family's gold-encrusted life, an unobtrusive witness to greed and the power struggle. My name is Michelle Carter, and after having been directly employed by Zack Lawson…period that has given me more scars than memories of love. I would never have suspected that fate would lead me before Jane Harrison, my life destroyed by the very same black lies I had been seeking to flee from for all these years.

Jamie whispered pain of his friend not recognizing him filled his voice. “ I know you arent crazy. Jamie you are the most resilent person I have ever met in my entire life. If anybody can get us out of this its you.” Lucas said his voice filled with so much hope. Jamie’s hands trembled. He wanted to run to him, to throw open the door, to grab him—but the mansion had taught him otherwise. Every moment of defiance risked Matteo noticing. And Matteo was noticing.