Ra Michaels Novels & Stories

She smiled at me, turned up the stereo volume, and drove us to our destination. Mikaela was a stunning girl. She was tall, with dark flowing hair, slanted dark eyes, tanned skin, and a curvaceous body. She was older than me. She was 21 years old, and we had a two-year age difference. When she turned eighteen, she left home because she said she was fed up with her drunk father. Mika had lived for many years in a dysfunctional home. Her mother had left them. While her father drowned in alcohol, her brothers turned into delinquents. There were two of them, both older than her. She didn't feel comfortable in that environment and decided to run away from them as far as possible, leaving them in a

Michaels POV “Arrggghhhh!!!. I screamed, flipping my table over as I watched the news on the TV. After my interview about Ashanti, I had tried calling Elena repeatedly, but couldn’t get through to her. At first, I thought it was just one of those things, or was Horace was holding her captive, making me even contemplate marching into the White House to help her out. But with the interview playing before me, I realised something. Elena had played me. She and Horace played on my intelligence, lying to me that they were no longer a couple and she would come back once I exposed my relationship with Ashanti. “I couldn’t believe I fell for the lies, how could I have like myself be so stupid?” I scr

MICHAEL'S POV. I sat quietly on the couch shaking the glass of wine in my hand, my mind still clouded with guilt. I still couldn't believe Allen talked me into this evil act, it wasn't because I was righteous, I was the complete opposite. My name was Micheal but I was known among the billionaires as “The drug devil”. I was a drug dealer, one that you shouldn't mess with…one that valued money more than family. I was someone who sent shivers through people's spine, there was no single person that crossed me and never lived.

And he’d done the same to her: unbuttoned her shirt, flicked open the clasp of her bra and then he’d lower his head and take one tightened bud into his mouth… Michaela snapped the laptop she’d been using shut and stood abruptly. It was the computer Maxim had given her to establish contacts at the Myotonic Dystrophy Foundation. She and Maxim had discussed getting a Carpathian branch established after they’d found out the test results, and he’d given her the task of getting it mobilized. She didn’t really like doing all of the work over the Internet, but it had been better than just sitting around wallowing in her lust for the man she couldn’t, wouldn’t let herself have.

Manager Mia berated her as soon as they were alone. Mia Santiago is her manager ever since she debuted. She was an efficient and a good manager to her not until she became Silica's manager and left her behind. Maezhei twirled her natural slight curls and spoke lazily, "I didn't want to either, but who told Manager Mia to make me late for the Opening Ceremony?" "You... I don't know what you're talking about," she said and turned her gaze away from her. "You said, I was the second female lead but no one even told me about today's Opening Ceremony!" Maezhei said emphasizing each word.

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."

Things were going to get complicated but neither Michaël nor I knew anything about it. Charlotte was with her followers when the president of Michaël's fan club arrived, she was a high school senior who was already a fan of Michaël before he came to Central High School. She had his posters all over her room and when she arrived through her fan networks to have the place where he would perform, she came with other girls from her area with signs in hand bearing the face of Michael to see it up close. She was such a fan that the majority of her clothes had Michaël's face drawn on them, her phone case, her jewelry, her sheets, her cushions, everything was in honor of Michaël. She loved him so mu

“I think you brought out the other side to her.” “And that is supposed to mean?” Sophia asked as she tilted her head to the side to make her point across to him that she didn’t quite understand his point. “My ma is a notorious matchmaker.” Micha laughed as he moved from his horse and shut the stall doors. “She has been waiting for you to come here for years I gather.” “What do you mean, Micha?” Sophia asked. “You see, cowgirl, I didn’t realize how much you would fit in to this life here on the ranch when I asked you to help me.” Micha said as he brushed his finger down her cheek. “You fit in to nearly everything a little too well.”

“May I know your name?” “The other stopped dead on her tracks. Slowly, she faced Ellaine, “Margarette. You can call me Marge. How about your name?” “My name’s Ellaine.” Margarette was suddenly flabbergasted when Ellaine smiled at her. “How unusual. You have too much color on your eyes.” It was no more than a whisper meant as a sentiment rather than a declaration. “Color?” “Yes. Not all humans have those and those who have it are commonly special.” She chuckled, “I’m afraid I have said too much. Don’t mind me, it’s unimportant. Nobody would have believed it anyway.”

He laughed as he heard the sound of their groaning. " ok Samira scored 13 from Alexis, 15 from branny, 12 from xandra and finally 10 from dreams which gave her the sum of 50 in total......... a round of applause for her" the m.c said and the students clapped their hands, while some others who hates Samira never bothered about clapping their hands. " and our beloved Nicki, scored 20 form Alexis, 20 from branny, 19 from xandra and lastly 15 from dream which gave her the total sum of 74" the m.c said and the whole school almost shook because of the students screaming.