Fnaf Mike Schmidt Novels & Stories

"What's this? Planning to play the domineering CEO and avenge your little wife? Didn't you always say you weren't into these dramatic moves?" Catching the teasing lilt in Mike's voice, Finn narrowed his eyes and shot him a glare, clearly annoyed. "So what if I am? Are you in or not? If not, I'll find someone else." Mike, the eldest son of a billionaire family, had only one true passion besides being a doctor: investing.

“It will be fine.” “It’s not fine, M.” I swallowed hard. “I know. This is so crazy.” “I will destroy them. It’s my promise.” Mike said fervently.

a simple answer, but Mike seems fulfilled. He nodded and wait until he goes. He opened his phone and launched the CAM application he is using from its launch. “Sam Ramos … this man is the top streamer?” he keeps on visiting his profile, but he knocks it off when a young lady calls his name from a decent distance. “Babe!” Mike immediately goes to her and maintains social distancing until they reach a motel nearby. Mike is a naughty twenty-three years old Civil Engineering senior. He always wanted new-- if he tastes it, he can throw it like a lollipop from his mouth.

Nathan sneered disdainfully and Mike scoffed internally, "Sir, do you even hear yourself sometimes? You’re a billionaire, not a high schooler.” he thought. As Mike didn't move, Nathan shot him a sharp look. “Mike, Do you want to consider working in the new branch in Africa?” Mike's face turned pale, "No Sir. I will make it done right away" Mike hurried out of the room, muttering under his breath as he walked away, "The man’s a genius in business but a certified lunatic when it comes to Ericka."

"Came in early—owner's idea. Thinks you and I can help each other out." They embraced, a reunion that was more than a greeting—it was a collision of past and present. "Did Luke or the Cannibals' owner know about us?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of mischief. Mike released her, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "Doubt it. They see the lines on the resume, not the story between them. You're looking to break into the NAFL, and who better to help you than someone who's been there?"

Nathan replied. "Ha ha ha, my law firm hasn't run out of funds yet, Bro. It doesn't need Mr. Nathan's money yet," Mike responded, laughing. He was a top lawyer who owned a reputable and well-respected law firm. "So what's in return?" Nathan asked. "I want to eat my sister-in-law's cooking daily," Mike answered, smiling. "Shit! What do you think she's your maid?" Nathan grumbled. "Well, I'll just find another law firm."

If he did anything sweeter than what he had already done, l was just going to burst. " well, it looks like we might just become the best of friends" l said with a smile as l started humming to the song. He then asked who else l listened to, and l gave him a list of at least ten artists. Those he knew he just smiled and nodded, and those he wasn't familiar with, he just acknowledged that fact, and said he'd look them up. He then told me he listened to the likes of NF and Eminem, he wouldn't mind listening to them day in, day out. But being a man like he was, he didn't make it sound like he lived for them or like those deep fans who jump to the defense of their idols as soon as someone offers

He then clears his throat like he is preparing me for what is to come, “My name is Micheal. Micheal Hanson. But since we are siblings, you can call me Mike.”

Mike: com'n stop acting dumb Kayla, from the tone of your voice and the way you behave no one would ever believe my brother would fuck you dirty even to the point of a foursome,ykkkkk. His brother? Blake has been his brother all along? Me: who's Lynda? Mike: Lynda obviously is my girlfriend. I could feel tears slipping from my cheeks. Me:then why did you come to NY father's church acting all holy and good?why did you guys have to join me in your dirty things. Mike: Dirty things? girl you loved those dirty things,you would do anything to have yourself doing those dirty things. Me:well that's because you guys made me get addicted to it.

Mike hissed. "What do you want?" Faith whispered. "Money. Every last penny of the money her little boyfriend stole. All Fifty thousand of it," Mike declared. Fifty thousand dollars! How could Faith possibly come up with that sum? "But I don't have that much," she said. "Figure it out. Since I'm a nice person, I'll give you 48 hours to come up with it. If you fail, that little bitch dies," he pointed at Mary. "I...I'll do it. I'll find the money," she said.