Mc Mikey Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Novels & Stories

Senior year came with a toolbox of opportunity and me and my crew were at the top of our game. Crews were our safety net here at Rochester. They tended to be small groups with six to ten members. The guys at my back earned their spots freshman year through loyalty. It was a rough time and we were all scrambling but the guys stood their ground and we came out on top. We were the ragtag crew of misfits. We came to Rochester with only our names. We knew no one. I got lucky when Caine was assigned as my roommate. I wasn’t sure about him in the beginning. I soon discovered that Caine and I did not have the same ambitions. He preferred playing in the background, subtly controlling his world while

“A sixteen-year-old hacker? What is this, a cartoon? Where kids are magically smart enough to build a ship that can fly?” Brows pulled. “Don’t you mean rocket?” “No, I meant boat.” She ate another bite. “See. Impossible.” Three of them laughed. “I like you already." The first guy said. “My name’s Mike.” “I’m Delver." The blonde introduced. “I’m Todd." Jesus-hair guy added. “I’m Inder." The teen said proudly. “And this is Tom, Owen, Finn, and Mr Greg, our second in command to Mr Don.” Greg was bald, near forties, and definitely the oldest. That didn't stop him from being handsome.

The football team fists bump Mikey and it’s so much I could do to try to squeeze my tiny, 160-centimeter frame through the horde of broad-shouldered lackeys surrounding him and Becca, the new ‘It’ couple, it seems. Mikey is a hammerhead football player who’s dumber than a box of screws but I guess Becca doesn’t like him for his philosophical views on things. He is ginormous compared to his teammates, with broad shoulders and arms thicker than my thighs. He's also really handsome, in that rugged manly-man type of way. Not my type but I can still see the appeal... if he doesn’t open his mouth that is.

I smiled. The spiked brown hair guy with the pierced ears was the next one to shake my hand. He told me his name was Mikey, again I stared at his perfect chiselled face, like why was all of Mitch's friends so hot? I already looked like Shrek compared to Cassie and Cherry, now I had to look like the Predator against these three stupidly hot people.

Adam left to the kitchen to inform the cooks before joining the rest of them outside the living room. "Listen carefully, we will be using two cars, you know how to do it without making it obvious that we are together. Even if we have people in the police force, if any of us gets arrested, they wouldn't know that we are helping them to do their work and no matter what, we must get hold of Brown. Got it?" Leo said. "Yes boss" Both him and Adam entered the front seat of the first car and the rest of them did so. They all drove out of the compound with Leo being the most excited. He is finally getting a hold of his prey, now, it's time to play.

I asked him. Nodding his head, he pointed at a ginger boy before saying, "That's Mikey. He's nice, just always quiet. He's the mom of the group, always making sure we do everything right and not get into trouble," he said while laughing a little. "Then that's James. He's mostly known for his games. He's the man-whore of the group, always with a lady once in a while, so don't get surprised," he said while glaring at me. Nodding my head, I looked at the other guy who had a black hoodie on then pointed at him.

Just as we approached what I presumed was his locker, a chestnut brown haired boy came into view, he was leaning against the locker, typing away on his phone. "What are you doing here?" Joshua asked his twin brother. Micheal looked up and beamed at him. Then, taking me by complete surprise, once again, he beamed at me. Or at least in my direction. I turned around to make sure there was no one behind me before looking back at him in confusion. He pushed himself off his locker and walked towards me. "Hey, Crystal, right? I don't think we've officially met." He stretched out his hand. "I'm Micheal Melrose - Josh's brother, I mean obviously - but my friends call me Mikey."

"I'm sorry. It's just that -- " "It's okay," he interrupted, then grinned, still eyeing the road. "Maybe this is payback for missing your own graduation," then he snickered like a dork. This was what I loved about Mike - great minds think alike. Michelangelo, or Mike as he liked to be called, was of Italian descent: broad shoulders, muscular, tan skin, dark brown hair styled in a buzz cut and his eyes, damn those light brown eyes that could make any girl weak in the knees! And let's not forget his cool tattoos on his left arm and collarbone.

The nun inspected it. “Sister, please don’t be mad at Luna,” Mina pleaded afterward. Her friend would always come to her defense no matter what. Yes, they were that close. However, the others often regarded them as twins because they had the same hair color. “She was just reading us a book to help us fall asleep.” The nun then closed the book and looked at them one by one. “All right. I will let this one pass,” said Sister Sola, the firmness remaining in her voice. “Just his once.”

Because he was the only human who was insane and trying to heal. Mike first appeared to have a psychopathic streak when he was in junior high school. At that time, Mike stabbed a classmate using a sharpened pencil, and the victim died. Mike was even detained in a juvenile prison that only held Mike for a week. After that, Mike was taken to a psychiatrist to do a series of treatments; unfortunately, instead of increasing, Mike's body was out of control.