Kanto Mikey Novels & Stories

Mikey curses and looks around but I guess the coast is clear because he slips in and closes the door behind him, "I need you to make my face bleed somehow. Punch me hard." "What?" He asks, looking at me like I'm the biggest weirdo. Mikey is the slowest one, but he always does what I ask, "Fine, I guess..." He gets his fist ready and I brace myself, but right before he goes to punch me, he stops and grabs his rifle. "I think this is going to be easier," he says and takes it off the sling. I don't think he wants to shoot me, so I lift an eyebrow as I watch him turn it around to hit me with the back of it, "Bring your face closer."

"His family, huh? And how do we get to them?" Mikey paused, closing his eyes briefly before reopening them with a newfound resolve. "Santino's got a son," he revealed, his voice firm. "Eight years old, attends school. If you move fast, you can snatch the kid before Emilio even knows what hit him. Get the boy, and trust me, the rest of them will fall into line real quick. You have my phone, there's a picture of the kid to help you get him."

“I am not going anywhere. This war must stop, now.” Bozo chuckled. Kachi had broken out of his hiding place and was running towards them. In his hands was the rein of Bozo’s black stallion. A horse he had named, Ghost, some few days ago. “Take her to safety,” Bozo grunted and took the rein from the commander, “Make sure her injuries are attended to.” Kachi nodded and tried to take Ejima, but the woman would have none of it. “I said this war should end now.”

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

he says, tossing the page away. He eyes me curiously, and when I catch a certain scent, I grimace instantly. Sure enough Mikey pops out somewhere in the back, seemingly from a hole in the ground. He dashes to me in an instant. Like usual, he’s not wearing the standard suit the males in my family do. He’s got on a t-shirt that’s so worn it has a few scattered holes, and jeans equally old that are slung so low on his hips a female would be drooling over his skin on display. His body is a swarm of random tattoos and scars he wears with pride. Though none are on his face and glaringly obvious like mine. I instantly try to come up with a reason for being here right now, but I don’t have one. Then

The hoop… had definitely been raised by at least 30 centimeters. “YAMADA MIUUUUU!” Takuto roared, waving the honey-soaked rope like a battle flag. “You called~?” Miu peeked out from a huddle of girls, crumbs of honey bread at the corner of her lips. “CEO~ You should know… the working world is cruel~” Takuto retreated to the equipment shed, chalk in hand, drawing a battle strategy map on the floor. “Knowns: Miu has past-life memory She knows all my athletic habits

said Diskant ———————— Reyna had been enjoying her time alone in the lounge watching the moon and the stars and everything else that was there to see in the forest but then a sting of rage snapped right against her skin and she winced, she turned head around and was surprised to see Mikey walking over the lounge with a can of beer in his hands.

I open my eyes slowly and meet the beastly eyes of Maximo. He is beyond pissed. The earth rumbles as the dragon finally lands. The grounds shake and Maximo doesn't. My eyes are wide, I beg him. He drops to the ground and walks closer to the dragon. Right before my eyes, it shifts back into a human who I know so well. Santino.

“Kai, that sly fox. He’s been following you since the day you set this account up. He used kanji to write his name so it wouldn’t be noticeable. I almost missed it.” “Kai?” Mick stood back up and bent over my shoulder, making his scent wash over me. I took a deep breath, letting it soothe me. “What are you doing, looking at her followers? Did Kai d******d the video?” Mick sounded irritated at the thought. “Not that I know of, but he did like every single one, and gave you gifts on many.” Mick made a dissatisfied noise. “Are you fucking serious? Are you just looking at each one of us to see if we’re following Chloe and what we did on her page?”

“Emmi, I’m a water dragon and Kano’s dominant gene is water dragon. The dishes are already washed. The boys are just drying them and putting them away. If we had an air dragon, that would be done too." “We’re done with it now,” Kano says walking back out with several coffee carafes, cream, and sugar. He sets it on the table before giving Kawai a high five. Then, he turns and kisses his mate in a kiss that’s so hot that I’m surprised they don’t burst into flames.