Big Mike Controversy Novels & Stories

Elodie said, stunned. “That’s not the important issue here,” Mike reminded us, his nasty attitude returning. “Mom is going to skin you both alive for this.” “I didn't do anything,” I said. “Yeah, you did. Because you wouldn't leave her alone, and she probably suspected you were too strange to be human,” Mike said, his face turning red with anger. The intensity of his hate already told me he was going to be the one to break for Max the most. That’s what always happens.

"I know you're all here to ask questions about the rumors that have been circulating. And I'm here to tell you that yes, I am Velma's father." The room erupted into a flurry of camera clicks and shouted questions. I felt a flutter in my chest as Mike joined me at the microphone, our arms touching briefly. "Did you have an affair with Clara while she was still married to her ex-husband?" "No, that's not true," Mike replied firmly. "There's no ex-husband in the picture. So?" "So if there was, you will-" "Next question!" I yelled, shooting Mike a glare and he smirked right back. "How do you respond to allegations that you're only claiming paternity now to boost your public image?"

"What happened? I told you no interruptions during this conversation." ​Arthur did not answer. He played a video recording on the tablet. It was footage from a charity event some time ago—the moment where Dominic and I felt we had successfully trapped Mike through a voice recording that exposed his scandal. It was our ace in the hole, the evidence that was supposed to end his career. ​The sound in the recording was clear, flowing with evidence that cornered Mike. Yet, on the tablet screen, we saw Mike standing in front of many people, holding a microphone with a very calm smile—almost like a winner enjoying a comedy show.

I rolled my eyes at his antics. "Honey, we can't take your uncle with us because it will be a disaster. The last we went out he punched a guys square in the face and said it was an accident.We almost ended up in jail thank God he's a powerful man if not you wouldn't have met your mum and you sweet aunt. Anna explained. Leave it to Anna to be dramatic. "Why did you do that uncle mike?" "Oh he was looking at the both of them inappropriately" Mikey said nonchalantly as if it was. the most obvious thing in the world.

Ron's venom exceeded my expectations. At the same time, the document has been widely reported in the media, especially the arms-dealing part. Mikeal's name was mentioned in the news, but the language in the report was vague. They remained on the sidelines, not wanting to offend him at once. I saw on TV that the police had come to Mikeal's house and taken him away. Even in the face of the police, he still had a cold, arrogant look. Through the screen, I saw him sitting in the police car. He glared fiercely at the camera.

"Yeah, I suppose he is. Anyway, Mike came up and I introduced them. Michael and I talked for another couple of minutes and that was it. But you wouldn't believe the blow-up that happened when we got home. Mike practically accused me of fucking Michael right there at the wedding. He shifted into 'cop mode' like he was interrogating me and shit." She sipped her beer again. "I finally admitted that I once slept with Michael and Mike practically came unglued." "Wait a minute, back up the truck, you slept with Michael?" Casey hissed. Maggie rolled her eyes. "I told you that. It was years ago, right before I left Murphy, Rannigan." "No, I would have remembered that," Casey said firmly. "An

Mike immediately whipped out a bottle of some supposedly unknown liquid—just bottled water—and held it over his head, shouting, "Whoever comes closer, I'll die right here! Then your hotel can deal with a death on its hands!" The guards hesitated, wary of escalating the situation. By the time I arrived, I caught Mike in the middle of pouring out his grievances to a livestreaming influencer. "Folks, judge for yourselves! I'm just an ordinary worker—how could I possibly spend 200,000 on one meal? It was a setup! Jennifer Goodlander pretends to be proper, but her private life is a mess! She tried to keep me as her boy toy. When I refused, she retaliated!"

Steve said. " As you can see, it is already happening. " Mike replied. " Did I not say it? I made it clear that I had suspicion of this protest having a sort of hidden agenda. What did you do? You just waved it off like I was just an insane dude from some place coming to talk rubbish. "

The fragile peace they’d been living in for the past week and a half felt like thin ice—beautiful on the surface, but ready to crack with one wrong step. “Yo, boss lady,” Mikey called from across the bay, his voice cracking with that awkward teenage enthusiasm. The nineteen-year-old prospect was sprawled dramatically across a workbench, pretending to fan himself with an oily rag. “If you keep making these bikes sound like angry demons, I’m gonna start thinking you sold your soul to the devil. Or worse—Reaper’s dick.”

“Haa… Hahaha..., Mike..., you're absurd. For her career, I have to sacrifice my entire life? I must be crazy if I want to go to jail for something I didn't do! I don't care that you secretly got together with Imelda behind my back while we used to date. I just take it like I was holding my bladder for a very long time and finally managed to get a nice good piss. It just felt great." Mike face become red due to anger by Anna’s words, "How could you be so vulgar!" Him, Mike Cobby, referred to as a piss!