Degrassi Mike Dallas Novels & Stories

She turns to leave, blinking back the sting in her eyes. A strong hand catches her wrist and yanks her back against a hard chest. Mike’s breath is hot against her ear. “Putain de merde,” fucking hall. He murmurs, voice rough with disbelief and hunger. Before she can respond, his mouth crashes down on hers. The kiss is feral, their teeth clashing and tongues battling. Daisy grabs fistfuls of his shirt while he drags his fingers through her short pixie curls and tugging hard. They devour each other like starving animals, their bodies pressed tight, hips grinding. His hands roam possessively over her ass, squeezing the bare cheeks beneath her skimpy dress. She moans into his mouth and bites his

, Mr Mike requested “That will not be a problem”, I answered We bade each other goodbye and he call ended. Mr Mike is the CEO of Elvis Holdings, He is a very busy person as he attends to his business empire everywhere around the world, “It is indeed a rare privilege that we got this project”, I exclaimed to myself

His presence was like a boulder in a stream—commanding, unyielding, and utterly surprising. Her steps quickened, disbelief giving way to a smile that split her face wide. "Mike! What are you doing here in Denver, at the Coliseum of all places?" He met her halfway, a familiar grin stretching across his face. "I'm here with the Omaha Cattlemen. We've got a Wild West Indoor Football matchup against the Colorado Cannibals," he explained, his voice deep and resonant, stirring up a whirlwind of nostalgia. "Came in early—owner's idea. Thinks you and I can help each other out."

“That’s Leeza Burns?” “Yep.” Dallas started over to greet their client, and Griff straightened his tie. “Show time, man.” Show time, indeed.

Jack clapped his hands on the table. "Nun ... no ... I don’t know..." His face was turning white. "Your eyes are telling the truth, Mike..." He rolled his eyes. "I didn't do that." Mike said with a sigh. "Where is Grasis?” Sitting back in his chair, Jack suppressed the rage inside him and sat back in his chair. "I don’t know..." He was about to say that he cut him off. Mike began to rub his forehead. He was badly trapped. He knew Jack would not forgive him anymore.

“I mean, get you married to the love of your life. Isn’t that right? Butterfly kisses, smoochy missus, snookums, mushy gushy stuff, and all that.” Mike growls. He makes a sound in his throat that comes up and out like a feral dog. The JP gasps again, and the brothers send anxious looks each other’s way. I’m confused about that growl too. Maybe Mike confused. He was just revived. The only person who doesn’t seem confused? Well, Granny is giving Mike a strange look, but it’s not exactly a look of confusion. In any case, it’s Lancer. He releases Mike’s shoulders and backs away quickly, getting to his feet in a rush. “I’m just going to go stand over here,” he says.

"Don’t forget Gruber. Without him, Dallas would have scored a lot of points. The guy blocked the goal with concrete today. Not even a breeze was passing through." "I know! I just think Gruber should hang out with us more. He’s so reserved. And grumpy all the time. He doesn’t laugh at my jokes!", Mike complained, his mouth twisting. "Nobody laughs at your jokes, Mike! They are awful," Michelle replied. "Ouch! You hurt my feelings!" Mike put his right hand over his heart and made a puppy-dog face. Then, turning to the blinking girl, he added, "Baby, you think I am funny, right?"

A loud painful groan escaped from him, taking a little of the tension away from everyone. Darius shrugged. "He's fine." He bent beside him, Mike shivering in fear as Darius got closer. "Please man, I'm sorry...do--don't kill me! Ahh!" Mike pleaded for his life and was crying like a baby! Darius grabbed him from his collar, then long nails dug into his shirt and ripped it out, leaving Mike in just his singlets underwear. "You owe her an apology, right now!" Darius's voice boomed like thunder.

It's Daisy, it really is Daisy and she doesn't remember me! "But what about the pictures of her growing up?" Mike asks " I'm a graphic designer. It was pretty easy to edit her face into some of my daughter's pictures and documents since they were both withing a close age range." He answers. "Are you her family?" Mrs. Griffin finally speaks up again. "No, I'm her fiancé" I answer and she gasps. "I am so sorry!" She murmurs choking on her tears. "I'm actually grateful to you for saving her life. It might have taken her away from me for a few years but that's better than her being dead" I say feeling like there's something stuck in my throat.

Jesse imitated him and Mike exhaled relieved. “What?” Jesse asked. “You didn’t change. You are the same as before. “ “Well.. you look quite different. “ “Really?” “Mhm. “ Jesse said. “I thought you were with the CIA, the big boss thing and everything. What happened?” “Yeah, I…” Mike picked up his cigarettes and took one out. “I quit. “ “You quit? Seriously?” “Yeah. “ Jesse frowned. “I tried to call you, but I never got in touch. “