Mc Mikey Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Novels & Stories

She stared at him, no response to his comment. "What do you want Mikey?" She asked, arching her perfectly plucked brows. He wished she would stop calling him that. He was seven-teen years old now. Not a little kid, which is when the nickname Mikey came up. Mike bit into an apple that he had in his right hand, smiling as he chewed. What he was about to tell Brooke would change her attitude quickly. It was something they both could be very happy about. Brooke waited impatiently for him to swallow, her pointy narrow nose wriggling in frustration.

I whispered, staring down at Mikey who was sleeping peacefully in my lap. We had played all through my stay, pausing for a few minutes at Bryan's insistence to have lunch. Since I couldn't have breakfast thanks to what happened with Luna Stone, I was grateful for the meal. Then Mikey and I went back to playing again. He had shown me his room, the one Bryan set aside for him, all the toys he had, the books Bryan had gotten him and even his knives. I had rebuked Bryan for giving him such sharp objects not understanding why a boy of such age would need it but he told me it was for Mikey's protection.

He cautiously walks towards us, no more running for this little guy, and once he was in front of me, he wipes his hands on his shorts once again before touching my tummy. “Wuna,” he said happily. Drake kneeled down and spoke with Mikey. “Did you get hurt? Do you feel any pain?” Drake asks. Mikey shook his head no. “Mwikey is stwong,” he showed Drake his tiny little arms and biceps letting Drake know that he was strong. “Wow, Mikey is a big boy now,” Drake said. Mikey nodded in agreement. “A big boy who can’t read,” Nori said as he approach us.

“As your Alpha I order you… my beloved kin… to bring November James back to us and watch her die in my hands.” Two of the loudest young shifters had stepped forward. They were two of the youngest in the pack as well, and most loyal to Nicole. Nicole raised her chin. “Ready yourselves. We will all go the North to get November James.” She starts to laugh, her fangs peeking, “Let both shifters and humans see us for what they had made us be!” The cheering of the Luna Puer Pack was deafening. _________________________________________ The cage truck swiveled to the right crashing hard against a tree, Aidan jumped away. With his super-strength he was able to rip the car door open, sending it away.

"Huh? You really like that moped and stupid guitar, do you?" "Let's destroy it !!" "Hey!" they all turned their attention to the newcomer. "Huh? It's that kid ..." "Another trash rolled in." "I forgot to get my swim trunks." Mikey whispered as he walked away in a daze. "Mikey ..." Baji whispered as if relaxed. Mikey stomped his right foot and kicked his moped hard. Cause it was broken, as was the guitar. "WHAAAAAAATTTT ??!" startled droning of men.

Oh he was looking at the both of them inappropriately" Mikey said nonchalantly as if it was. the most obvious thing in the world. "Did you kick him in the pace where the sun doesn't shine?" He asked. Anna and I gasped. "What!!" we yelled. "Unfortunately I wasn't able to do that but he was left with a broken nose, trust me am sure its out of shape" mickey told Damien. "Michael Jackson Quinn, what on the name of God are you teaching my son". I yelled at my brother glaring at him. She better not be teaching my son anything related to violence.

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

They bring their head up. “Hello Luna, my name is Rico, and I am 10 years old; I’m also the oldest of all the children here; this is Leah, Ava, Angel, Rachel, Emerald and Emeralda, Zendaya, Orion, Max, Sammy, Henry, Jasper and finally Mia she is a year old. There is Brandon, but he is mute and usually stays on his own,” he said. These kids are so polite and respectful; nobody has ever respected me like this; they are all well brought up. But I was kind of worried for the kid, Brandon.

She’s young, probably in her early thirties, with a kind smile and colorful butterfly clips in her hair. “And you must be Miles!” she exclaims when we reach her. “I’m so happy to see you today!” Miles shrinks against my leg, suddenly shy again, but his teacher seems unfazed. “I have something special to show you,” she continues, kneeling to his level. “Do you want to see the class pet? His name is Sheldon, and he’s a turtle.” Miles perks up immediately. “A real turtle?” “A real turtle,” his teacher confirms with a grin. “He’s very friendly. Would you like to help me feed him this morning?”

Mia's POV: “So, you ready for it?” Mikey asked. “I wouldn't be here if I wasn't,” Jackson said, confidently. “I like that. These are my guys; Shark and Speedy.” Mikey said introducing the people standing next to him. “Speedy is in the race. Shark helps me around so stuff goes according to plan.” Jackson shook Shark and Speedy’s hands. “It's nice to meet you. I hope we have a good race,” he said to Speedy.