Romans & histoires Michael Douglas

David deserves to be hit back, for sure, but something’s not right here. “Do it. I didn’t raise you to be pathetic,” he hisses. His eyes lock on Oliver, who’s struggling with his wolf for control. He’s trying to calm Ace down. Before Oliver can do anything, I knock David out with a solid punch. His body slumps against mine as he falls unconscious. He’s still alive, but only just. I take a step back, resting his body against the wall. He can stay like that for all I care. I look around at the ruined room. All the furniture is completely destroyed.

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.

Third Person POV "Mr. Knight, your flight will be boarding soon sir, can I offer you another glass of wine, while you wait?" Caleb looks up at the flight attendant, smiling at her as she holds the bottle of Bordeaux. "Please, call me Caleb," he answers, giving her a wink. He knew she was easily his oldest son's age, but that has never stopped him from messing with a pretty face and curvy body.

You will forever be in my heart. Logan X

Aspirin. At this point in time, he would take a twenty-pound sledgehammer upside the head. As long as it knocked him out or just completely put him out of his misery. “Douglas?” special agent in charge David MacFarland called out as he followed Douggie down the hall. Douggie let the hand that was rubbing the bridge of his nose, he turned around and plastered his professional smile on his face. “It’s just Douggie.” “Mac.” He held out a hand and Douggie took it.

Michael said that we're not watching movies tonight, I don't know but it makes me feel sad though I understand that Michael is just concerned with my health. After a few minutes, I heard the bathroom door opening and Michael came out with only a white towel wrapped around his waist. His hair is wet and disheveled but it doesn't make him any less handsome, it makes him look so much better. I don't know if Michael even wipes his body because I can see some water dripping on his muscular chest and it makes him even hotter for some inexplicable reason.

Michael called me and said, "I got the magical alarm, who did you kill, Drax?" I replied, "Rogues," and he said, "Is the blood lust over or do you need me to come down there and suck your cock?" I cursed him, "Fuck off, you fucking fairy, my cock is too good for you." Michael laughed and said, "I am still stationed in Europe for a few more years, so be good." I told him I was good after he had sung to me to calm me down. My instinct is always to go to Michael for anything, even with my blood lust, I killed so many rogues, I was a raging bloodaholic, and I trust him with my life still after all these years. He hug me for fifteen minutes when I came back, and I must say I had missed the fuckin

Michael laughed, joining us where we stood. "I'm not jealous, Michael. Let me introduce you all to my best friend, though I regret that he is at times like this. Meet—" "Michael Andrew, the famous actor is your bestie? My goodness, can I get an autograph, please?" Oyinda moved closer to Michael and stared with so much administration in her eyes. "Oh wow, you must love my movies so much," Michael drawled, obviously feeling extremely important. One thing about Michael was that he was a huge womaniser and I could tell that he was interested in Oyinda from the way his eyes stylishly roamed her figure.

He squinted in the sunlight, the figure was far too tall to be Cara. Feigning slight disappointment he crouched down to pet the dog. “Archer?” The voice came from the tall, model-like figure. Archer stood up, forcing a polite smile to his face. “Or should I say, Zach Maddox? Which do you prefer?” Her face tilted sideways, mocking him. Archer’s smile dropped as he felt the sarcasm stab at him. “Sorry do I know you?” He asked confusion wavered through his voice.

"I gave the eulogy. How are you?” "I know. I'm sorry. I had to disappear." "Why?" We sat. Frank remained standing. Elowen noticed him. "Who's he?" "Frank Costello. He's... helping me." Elowen’s eyes widened. "Frank Costello?" "A Mafia boss, yes." "Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Meshack." Elowen looked between us. "What the hell is going on?" "Please I do need your help. It's about Dr. Chen."