Michael En Novels & Stories

Michael paid the look no mind as he slipped a hand into the pocket of his jeans and produced it a moment later, a loud laugh escaping his lips once he read the text on the screen. “Oh, that’s a good one,” he snickered, looking up at Sebastian a few seconds later. “You won’t believe who’s back.” “Please don’t tell me it’s some dumb celebrity here to see the president,” Marcus groaned. “All those Hollywood assholes just need to stay on the west coast where they belong.” “Nope,” Michael replied, fingers flying over the screen. “Guess again.” It was Jacob's turn. “The son of that ambassador who incessantly hit on Sebastian that time at the zoo?”

I muttered, clasping my fingers as I awaited Michael's response. Michael is a renowned detective who works for the state's secret service and other government agencies, so accessing databases, which seems impossible, isn't a challenge for him since he's authorized to obtain information from anywhere in the state, even government facilities. Apart from working for government officials, he also serves reputable businessmen like us, who pay a significant portion of our earnings in taxes. I must say that's one of the perks of being a prominent billionaire. I poured more wine into my glass and crossed my legs as I waited for Michael's feedback.

“I’m sure if we fly around, we can find another opening.” “No! I’ve had enough. If we waste any more time Emma could be dead. He owes me, Nathanael! He fucking owes me!” Michael tore away from Nathanael. “E.L.? Michael.” A deep timber reverberated in his ear. “Hello, Michael. Nice job on saving the world this week. The company is quite pleased with the results and I’ll be sending out a formal response to everyone shortly.” “Yeah, well we’re not quite done yet, and I require your unique services. Given the fact that you destroyed my life and family, I figured you owe me. Big time.”

I tried turning to see his face, but his grip on my body was ironclad, before Michael’s enchanting blue eyes held me in his spell as he leaned over. “You will be an AMAZING Luna, Elena. Gotham needs a woman as free-spirited as you are. Not one of those air-head possies. Besides, Carla Winehouse is not my mistress, haven't touched her since we fucked Elena,” Michael growled, moving away but not before I saw him flash his brother a warning look. I glanced up and Anthony’s face swept down to meet me. He looked more rugged than before, his jet-black hair flying around his face as his hazel eyes pierced into mine while we trotted through the chirping forest.

“How long will it take you?” “Two hours there.” Michael answered calmly. “Maybe less if the archives weren’t touched.” Dominic frowned slightly. “You shouldn’t go alone.” Michael already expected that. “I know.” Before Dominic could continue, Michael glanced toward the far side of the room. “Enrico.” One of Seraphina’s older guards, Enrico, tall, silent but deadly, immediately stepped forward from the shadows near the wall. He had been beside Seraphina for more than thirty years and rarely spoke unless necessary.

"This is Karolin, my daughter. Karolin, your step-brother, Michael." Michael's blue eyes locked onto Karolin's brown ones, a spark of interest flickering in their depths. He set his bag down and extended his hand. "Hi. I'm Michael." His smile was polite but genuine, lips curving in a way that revealed straight white teeth, making her pulse quicken unexpectedly.

Michael said with a tone of finality. "What!!!!

"Alpha Michael, your Luna may not have thought this through, but what do you think?" Enzo gave Michael a bland smile, as if he was giving Michael a choice. But in fact, things have already got to this point, and everyone knows the answer. "Of course, the union will continue. Andrea will be your new Luna," Michael said hoarsely. The smile on his face was shaky, and he looked close to breaking down. "Michael!" Ellen's piercing scream rang out. "Shut up. Sit down and eat," Michael warned Ellen. Enzo turned to me and said, "How about it? I did what I said, and instantly too. Isn't your husband great?"

He told the doctor and nurse who were trying to stabilize Zenos. “Doctor Mich…” the doctors frowned, wondering what Doctor Michael was suddenly getting at. “I'll treat him,” Michael said, and they immediately nodded respectfully when they remembered that he's one of the owners, which means he's their boss. Furthermore, Michael is one of the most successful and popular doctors in the world; he even has a huge fanbase than many A-list stars and influencers on social media. And he had never failed before, so they quickly went out. They knew that for his friends he'd tried his best.

Micheal Benedicto is a man of passion, he can love all women in the world but he can only be in love with one woman. Maybe it was Martina. As per Sir Dale, I searched his social media but there’s nothing much in there. It just featured mostly about the company and its achievements. Before I drift off to sleep, I just said to myself it’s still too early to know these things. Someday, I will get there. I was outside Uncle Mike’s door promptly around 8:30 am that Monday. It was drizzling typical August weather. He was already