روايات وقصص ضمن Michael Myers Fanfiction

But as I took a few steps, I halted and turned to her. “He can just add you to his fuck list,” I said, my voice low and cold. “Since you have feelings for him, fucking your best friend wouldn’t hurt.” Her eyes widened like I’d slapped her. She hadn’t expected that from me…well she was only just learning who I was. “What?” Maxello sounded stunned before looking at Mia, who shifted away from him, her cheeks burning already. He reached for her, but she pulled back like his touch disgusted her. Tears spilled down her face. For a second I felt nothing…. no triumph or satisfaction I used to feel when I hurt intentionally, only an ugly numbness. She looked at me with those hurt, innocent eyes and t

And I allowed myself to daydream for a few minutes as I stared at the moon from my giant bay window. ~~~ *Michael* I was panting as I made it to the clearing outside of the pack territory. Was she still here???? Quickly I looked around, but it didn’t look like anyone was here. Nor, had anyone been here recently. I don’t know why I allowed myself to run out here, it was obvious that no one is looking for me. And even if they were, I am just a sub omega. They wouldn’t want me. Heartbroken, I turned around and snuck back to the pack.

I couldn’t help but smile seeing Michael’s name glowing on my screen. Michael: I can’t wait to see you later tonight. I’m sorry I won’t be there when you get home. I had some stuff come up at work that I can’t get out of. You should go out and enjoy yourself. I’ll see you for dinner. At Michael’s text, I thought over what I could do to occupy my time until he made it home. My thoughts immediately went to my old roommate and best friend, Aubrey. I hadn’t seen her since she came to visit me after my accident.

"Dr. Tyler? He got fired months ago. I heard he's drowning in debt and working at a bar as a waiter now." "Well, serves him right. He cheated on his wife, didn't he? Drove his own foster mother to her death." "Damn. That woman who married him must've had the worst luck imaginable." Mike must have heard them because his face went completely ashen. Then, through the murmurs and whispers, his eyes locked onto mine. He must have known what they were saying, how they were tearing him apart. But at that moment, he looked more afraid of me than of them.

Smith, Aria trembled even harder. Micheal. He was merciless. It had been six months—was he still not done humiliating her? Every single day for the past six months, she was forced to strip naked in front of all the female prisoners and guards. Then, shamefully, she would lie on that examination table, spread her legs, and allow the doctor to touch her from chest to bottom while everyone watched… “No. I want to see Micheal. I want to see him! If he doesn't come, I won’t do the check-up.”

Driven by a mix of fear and determination, she decided to follow the message's instructions. With her heart pounding, Sarah stealthily made her way to the designated location, finding a vantage point from which she could observe without being seen. What she witnessed sent shivers down her spine. Aldo stood at the center of a dimly lit room, surrounded by leaders of various gangs. Their hushed conversations and menacing presence confirmed the horrifying truth. Tears welled up in Sarah's eyes as she watched in silent horror, her mind reeling with the realization that Aldo was indeed the powerful mafia boss the anonymous messages had warned her about. Her love for him collided with the knowledg

Faye I don’t know why I throw myself against Michael like my life depends on feeling him firm and whole in my arms. Maybe this feeling inside my chest is a rushed, fleeting echo of something deeper, something I’ve only known to be true in fairy tales. Maybe he doesn’t feel the same–maybe he sees me as a burden, a nuisance. After what I’ve put his friends and family through, I wouldn’t be thoroughly shocked to be shoved away and scolded–then banished.

Michael couldn't resist, and he swapped positions with me, placing me on his bed as he thrust into me, making me yelp in moans. "Ah! Mm," I moaned as Michael drove me crazy. His size filled me to the brim. I had never been so satisfied as his size filled me. We continued making love as Michael drove me crazy. He was insatiable, and he kept up with his deep thrusts until he reached his climax, shooting his hot seeds in me. He finally withdrew and sat on the bed, holding his head in regret. "What's wrong, Michael?" I pretended not to know why he was hurt. I knew he was annoyed, not wanting me but my sister. But I didn't care at the moment. I enjoyed what we did, and I hadn't felt so good befor

Michael’s POV I stand in the kitchen, hurling the tray into the sink with more force than necessary, then storm out to the living room. My mind is in turmoil, swirling with memories and regrets. The confusion isn't just about today; it's about a past that keeps clawing back, a past marked by both care and cruelty. **Flashback to 8 months ago** The door to Scarlet’s apartment swings open. The moment I step inside, the irony of her situation hangs heavy in the air. "So, Michael, am I really safe, or do I need protection from you too?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

But the look on his face told me otherwise. "If you keep me tied to this bed for seven months, I’ll be paralyzed!" I shouted, panic rising in my chest. "Isn’t that better?" Michael said, his voice dark and dangerous. "Then you won’t ever be able to escape from me again." He moved closer, his hand slipping under my nightdress. I flinched at his touch, but my body reacted on its own, a traitorous shiver running through me as his fingers brushed against my skin.