Deku X Mirko Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"And if that doesn't say something about Sakdah as a leader, I don't know what does." Nir and Roger looked at each other. That really didn't sound good. "We have reasons to believe that it's same sex mates," Jett said. "Miki Ling has found her mate, but hasn't marked her yet." "Miki found her mate?" Roger asked. "That girl is almost always with her father in the Inn. I can't believe he didn't say anything about it with how much he talks about her." The owner of that Inn really was a kind soul. He loved talking about everything, but especially his daughter. He was the Delta of the Reverence Pack. But he acted much more diplomatic than the Gamma could ever be. Everyone knew of him.

Julia's breath caught. For a moment, the world narrowed to just him, to the memory of his hands on her skin, the way he'd made her feel alive and reckless and free. Then his gaze swept past her without recognition, and she remembered: he had no idea who she was. "Massimo," Mikal said, his voice deeper than Julia remembered, roughened by cigarettes or vodka or both. "Your hospitality is appreciated." "Mikal." Massimo's tone could have frozen vodka. "It's been too long." "Not long enough, I think we both would say." The tension between them crackled like electricity.

Anan held no offense to their words, he was charming and he let his charms do the work for him. “What does it say?” Mark asks to pick up a grape. “A dual” Mckenny alters, staring at Kenny who, unlike the others, did not appear shocked. “This is why you're here” Mckenny turns to his wolf who snobs him, turning his wolf's attention back to their daughter. Chimere was not herself, from tons of nightmares and the vision of her father's death hunting her, the news of a duel only made her react worse. “He will kill you” she whispers, her nails digging deep into her flesh little sprouts of blood springs out.

“I did not….” Marcus slowly opened his mouth as he finally remembered the relationship between Mira and Almera. ‘How stupid? How could he forget? Why did he have to bring himself over here to be humiliated?’ “Oh…. Good…good…good...” Duke Soren paused only for a second before he started grinning, “This is even better…. We are family then…there is no need for formalities. Ha…ha…ha…” Jack and Mira’s lips curled up in mockery although they didn’t respond verbally; the fakeness of the old duke’s feigned happiness was not lost on anyone. However, everyone pretended not to notice.

Across the city, Mira slept peacefully. And Derick Lingard made a decision. Tomorrow, he would step closer. Not as De.King. But as the man who would change her world forever.

“Only... I was almost tempted to see those t*ts again.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at his disgusting smirk. I knew him... Always trying to get to me. But I wasn’t taking the bait. I walked to the bed, graceful and unbothered, then sat and crossed my legs, meeting his gaze head-on. He wants to play? Fine... I'll play along. “So what is it, then? Alexandro sent you to kill me?” I arched a brow. Mirko shook his head, clicking his tongue like that was supposed to thrill me.

If there is still an us. For now, though, please take care of my wing, as I know you will. Try to be patient with Mira; she likes you, even if she pretends she doesn't. And know that every night we're apart, I'll be counting the days until we might see each other again. With love, Deacon

He laughs. “As crass as Herron is being, it’s the truth,” Deirdre confirms. “Great! I’m a Werewolf-Lycan Hybrid with the gift of seduction and a very high libido and we are letting my dick guide us!” I exclaim, throwing my hands in the air in exasperation but following my cock’s advice. I hear giggles in the trees, but I see nothing. Deirdre giggles as well, “Your subjects admire your wit, Miquel.”

“You’re done here, Milo. As of now, you’re out. No patch. No home. You so much as show your face near this clubhouse again, I’ll bury you myself.” He stared at me, disbelief turning into rage. “You’re kicking me out?” “No,” Duke said coldly. “He’s exiling you.” Milo laughed — bitter, desperate. “You think this is over? Marcus is just getting started. He’ll burn this place down, and I’ll be right beside him when he does.” I didn’t blink. “Then you’d better pray he gets to me before I get to you.” He grabbed his cut — the black leather vest with our insignia — and slammed it on the floor. “Keep it,” he spat. “Wasn’t worth the sweat anyway.”

“We’ll just go to the cafe on the corner with Codi. Why don’t you guys go to the pizza shop and we’ll catch up with you when we’re done?” “Oh, uh, okay.” Milo raises his eyebrows. “Marco?” “Yeah, that’s cool.” He shrugs. “Musu, you’ll be all good on your own?” “Oui, mon loup.” She kisses his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark. Milo chuckles and claps him on the shoulder. “Come on, big guy.” He gives me a sweet kiss before he walks off with Marco. “Well, now that we got rid of them, it sounds like we have a lot to talk about.” I push Codi’s stroller. “I hear you’re looking for a job and that you could be a good fit for a specialty position I have in my department.”