Michael Mell Novels & Stories

“I checked. I booked his flight and it arrived this morning.” “Then, for now, I suggest you pick someone else. Maybe one of your bodyguards can step into his shoes.” “You’re right…” Michael began and paused as his phone started ringing. “It’s my best man.” He listened on the phone for a few seconds. “I’m sorry to hear that. It’s okay. I’ll sort it out… take care of yourself…okay, bye.” The call ended and he looked at Lemuel. “He called in sick. He is on bed rest, right now. The doctor said it’s stress. Trust me, I am not surprised. He is a workaholic.”

The journey ahead might be uncertain, but Jack was determined to face it with Brianna by his side. “So… This is what he means by fool and regret, huh?” Jack muttered, tightening his grip on Brianna. Without intending to let her go. . In another part of the city, at Reverie Entertainment, Michael bore a triumphant smile as he walked proudly through the corridors, embodying the official role of the senior executive of the ballet entertainment studio. “Tsk, the brother of mine is still sick, making the chosen one a mate, tricking her too… How lucky I am right now,” Michael mused, smiling happily. Ignoring that the whole staff might think he looks crazy.

So I decided on the perfect way to send Sophie the message. " Pack this." I said after getting the doll as I got to the mall. I figured I would use it to send a message to Sophie since I had promised Selene I was going to get it for her and while it was packed my phone beeped. It was a message from my assistant Ryan. " Mr Michael is around Sir and he wants to insists on speaking to you. Mr Michael was an important investor in the company and did not like discussing business with anyone but me whenever he was at the office. He was an important client and also Claire, my ex wife father.

Michael's fingers involuntarily tightened on his mug, his inside was in disarray but he tried his best not to let it show on his face or reaction, he brought his mug to his lips and sipped "still the same guy?" "Yes." "Who do you say he is again?" Michael feigned nonchalance but he was really dying to know and he hate it. "His name is Craig Newton, age 29, divorced, father of one. The CEO of Mantis, came to LA for a business deal with the Caritas" Gary tabled out.

And I mean ever! “Michael is dating Summer, the girl I told you about. They’ve been together for over a year.” I say and she holds on to her head like it hurts. It’s probably on fire; Michael presented himself as this cool, clean cut guy. He played me and worst of all he played Casey. “Mel, what the hell are you on about. You’re talking but none of the things you’re saying are making sense.” I look at her and sigh, what does she want me to say?

“What’s going on?” Michael downed another drink before speaking, his words slightly slurred. “Everything... everything’s falling apart,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I saw Kaitlyn today.” His friends exchanged surprised looks. “You what?!” Another friend, Danny, asked, leaning in closer. “You saw Kaitlyn? How did that go?” Michael let out a bitter laugh. “It didn’t…. She doesn’t want anything to do with me. And….” He paused, earning curious looks from his friends. “Melissa saw us together, and we had a fight.”

After a while, Michael came out of the shower with a towel tied around his waist and another towel in his hand as he dried his damp hair. “We’ve got a huge problem with the elections, Scarlett,” Michael began, and I was curious to know as I beckoned on him to tell me, “I thought Melissa’s husband was just in a scandal recently." “He was? I haven’t heard anything of that sort other than Melissa’s rumor about a threesome, but that hasn’t been in the open yet; it is just a rumor amongst friends that Brianna told me."

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

“We still have ample time. You can keep watching. See if I’m your true love.” He uttered the last few words softly, but they weighed heavy and momentarily froze Ivanka’s expression. In the next moment, she smiled and said, “You really have a knack for humor, Mr. Sadler.” … After working overtime at the office, Michael had just finished signing the last document. He rubbed his temples and leaned back in his chair. Glancing at the phone on the desk, he slowly picked it up and logged into his long-neglected Twitter account. When he saw the top trending topic, his face turned livid!

When the match was over, there was more flogging and fucking. Monday morning, I started the other part of my job. I was to be Master Michael's new office manager. He owns a consulting business helping companies get medical devices through the certification process. He only has five employees so it's not like he needs an office manager all that much. My Masters are helping subsidize my salary there, so it's a great deal for Master Michael.