How Is Michael Afton Still Alive Romane & Geschichten

"Maybe she is alive... Marona, Rafael survived even after drowning with broken ribs... Maybe Aurora also survived..." "I want this to happen too, Kat but didn't you see in which condition Mikhail found Rafael?... He was almost dead... Mikhail had turned the hospital upside down to save Rafael, so many doctors and technology they used, then we managed to bring back Rafael from death... It was like he had given up..." Marona explained. "Mikhail found Rafael after searching for so long... Aurora wasn't found." "Maybe?" Katrina was in pain. "Mikhail tried to find her... His team couldn't find Aurora... He searched nearby cities and hospitals to check if someone had rescued her but got no respons

Immediately they returned into the compound, the shocks in the faces of everyone was raw. They all expected Michael's body, but it's Poe's body instead. "How the hell is Micheal still alive?" "Heard Death got an order from the house of Orlovs to keep him alive." "Since when did Death started listening to orders?" Adeline's eyes caught Kimberly in the crowd. Kimberly smiled in relief, asking with her eyes if she's ok. Adeline replied with her eyes too that she's fine before they went out of sight. They head to the clinic, and luckily, they met Igor with the nurses at the reception.

"Although my team is still actively researching the long-term side effects, the most important thing right now is that he is still very much alive and stable." With her medical report finished, she slowly turned her body toward me, her sharp eyes scanning my clean dress before a curious look took over her face. "It completely seems like you have brought a brand new visitor down into the restricted zone today," she murmured, tilting her head. Michael didn't even flinch under her questioning gaze, his grip tightening around my thighs to keep me secure on his back. "Yes," he responded flatly, his deep voice dropping into a firm, unbothered rumble. "I simply decided that she should finally see t

Lena clenched her jaw. “Admit it,” Cain murmured. “You don’t just want to fight the system. You want to be the system.” Lena’s nails dug into her palm. She didn’t answer. Because for the first time— She wasn’t sure if she could. Michael’s Fate Cain tapped the folder in front of him. “You still haven’t asked about Carter.” Lena inhaled sharply. “Where is he?” Cain smiled. “Alive. For now.” Lena’s voice was steel. “If you touch him—”

concerned. I turned to him, meeting his golden gaze. "I don’t get to rest until my sons are safe." Ashton held my stare for a long moment before nodding. "Then let’s get them back soon." I exhaled, finally looking away. Yes. Michael was dead. But his brothers were still breathing. And I wouldn’t stop. Not until I burned their entire world to the ground.

He replied, making me more curious. "That doesn't answer my question. Is Michael still alive? " "Yes he is and that is all you need to know. " "Tell me Apollo, " I said, almost whining. "You poor little thing. You can't handle your curiosity, can you?" he cooed, patting my head like I was a child. I slapped his hand away, glowering at him.

I had to sneak in with hopes the police wouldn't be around. Yeah, my mind played tricks on me. Sneaking in was easy. I searched for Anton everywhere in the house but couldn't find him. Although I saw Silas's body in the kitchen, his head almost popping out of his body. That was a sign for me to know that Anton was doing his job until he was captured. That was a sign for me to know that Michael didn't die as I had hoped. He lived. Michael fucking Stone still lives. I seethed as realization flickered inside me.

Zach argued quite curtly. "We don't need to argue here! What is clear is that Vincent Cox is still alive." Jake chimed in. He looked left and right at Zach and Michael alternately. "Didn't you check that he was dead yourself?" Zach asked Michael. Michael didn't answer; he just glared at Zack. "I did check him, and later, it wasn't there; the doctor also declared that he was dead. But how could he walk out of the autopsy room as if nothing had happened? That's so unreasonable!" Michael said it with emotion at the end of the sentence.

Michael leaned back in his chair as I sat down. “Bro, you almost died out there,” he whispered. “I know.” He laughed. “You’re lucky you’re not late. Man’s evil.” I didn’t respond. My mind was still trying to process. After the test, I stepped out with Michael stretching like he’d survived war. “That was insane,” he said. “I think my soul left my body halfway through.” I almost laughed. Almost. Then— “Ivan!” That voice. I turned. Tiffany. Of course.

"You're supposed to be dead" Michael's jaw tightened. "Supposed to be, yes. They tried. They thought they had me. But i crawled out of that grave they dug for me. And I've been surviving ever since." His voice hardened. "And watching. Waiting". Jessica's tears spilled before she could stop them. Her brother. Her blood. The boy who promised he'd never leave her here, scared but alive. "Why didn't you come back?" she demanded, her voice breaking between disbelief and fury. "Why let me think you were gone all this time?"