Michael En Romane & Geschichten

Jane asked him "What is your name?" He replied and said "Michael." Micheal Hill is 14years old. Born in Helen. Being 6.80 foot tall. With black low cut hair and he's slim.

Mike laughed at the other line. "Oh, I see you are busy wiping someone's ass!" "What! That's over the lien Mike." "Enrico just flaunts his kids on live television and even shouts he is married." Mike exclaimed. "What!" Everlyn burst out in disbelief. She looks at her mother speechless. What news was that and when? Is it Kendra but how? "Hey, Evelyn! Are you there?" Mike knocks off on her reverie.

Someone suddenly slid into the seat beside her, touched her bare arm. Michael. He was smiling sheepishly at her now, enjoying the tipsy lady before him. Christina stared at him and scoffed. "Who are you?" "Someone interesting you might love to meet." Michael replied, looking around. "Who are you?" Christina asked again. "Michael. The Steffen's son. Don't worry, I'm rich. I'm not broke." Christina scoffed. "Do I look like one of the call girls here? I'm here all alone, just enjoying my single life."

"Hey I have to go. How will you go I’ll drop you at your home?" "No, there is no need for that, I brought my car and my bodyguards are also standing outside like monsters to picked me up." After listening to me, Michael turns back and looks at my bodyguards who are waiting outside for me. "When is your flight, Michael." I asked. "Today evening." He replied. "Wow great, didn't I spoiled your mood by telling my problem's." "Elena, c'mon you are my friend." He scolded. "Hahaha! Okay. Alright all the best for your future, have a great journey." hugging him, I wished.

“But Audrey didn’t do what you claim. She’s not guilty.” Michael was silent for a moment. He was completely taken aback. The smile he had earlier had disappeared. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he said, finally gaining his confidence. “We are here for a celebration.” He walks out on us approaching the microphone, taking full control of the room. “Hello everyone,” Michael said smoothly, raising his glass in greeting. “Let's stay focused on the evening.” He stopped until every eye was fixed on him. “I’m delighted to let you all know that Alana said YES!”

“You don’t know who Elijah Yarrow is?” “No, should I?” I ask, confused, and he chuckles. “The man is a fucking tech billionaire, Verena. He’s always at odds with Alpha Niklaus for some reason or another,” Michael says, rolling his eyes. “They’re rivals, but also childhood friends.” My heart stutters. “Is he an Alpha as well?” Michael shakes his head. “No, surprisingly he’s human—” he says, then he rolls his eyes again when the phone rings. “Sorry. Chat later!”

Michael had a softness in his voice that made Elena admire him all the more. “As soon as the Don gets here, there is a big chance that he will kill the men and women who were in this room with us, Elena. He will trust his own family with his life, but he will rarely trust his daughter and son’s lives with just anyone.” Michael’s face turned grim all of a sudden, “As soon as he gets here, he will not harm you, but he will definitely cause a ruckus and harm people. He is an old man with a volcano’s temper, and I know that with Daniel away, I am the only one who can face his rage. He needs to see a familiar face so he will calm down.”

" She winks at me before leaving with a smile. "She'll never change," Michael said. "No. The worst part is that she thinks she's being discreet." I say, making him laugh. "Can I congratulate you?" "Of course." He hugs me. "You're amazing, this is just the beginning of something brilliant, Collins, I'm sure of it." "Thank you so much."

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Michael stepped out from a corner, pistol in hand. "See? So impulsive," Enoch sighed, glancing at Michael. "He is sharper and smarter, more like me." Randy pointed at Michael up on the platform. "Him? Like you?" "Actually, he is your brother," Enoch said flatly. "I married Yvette for business interests. Otherwise, I wouldn't have ditched him and his mother. For over 20 years, you've been living his life." "What kind of sick joke is this?" Randy lunged again, but Michael raised the gun and fired off rounds, blocking every move.