Mc Mikey Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Novels & Stories

“Do I look like I’m kidding? Give me the mic and tape, and I will tape it on her.” Fine.” Mikey says as he opens the suitcase and pulls everything out. True to his word, Bryce tapes the mic to my chest and makes sure that no one sees me with my shirt open. Once my shirt is closed, Mikey walks around to make sure that you can’t see any traces of the mic. Then he steps close to me and speaks down into the mic. “Testing, can you hear me?” Mikey and I both have an earpiece in our ears. My hair covers mine, and I hear “good to go.”

She probably did get lonely sometimes. "Hey Scotty, have you been practicing?" His sister poked him in the arm. "I'm totally going to win today." "Not a chance! Name your game," Scott replied with a smirk. "Mario Cart. Best three out of five." "You're on!" -------------------- "Rayan, you're alive!" Rayan's postal company coworker Michael, 'Mick' for short, tackled him as soon as he entered the locker room. This month, his hair was bleached strawberry blonde with a faded green streak through the bangs. His roots showed his natural copper red hair. "You flaked out on me man, you were supposed to help me pick my new color last week!"

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."

"Michael. But you can call me Mikey." "Mikey, how fitting," he said, his goofy grin still present. "Oh and this amazing person next to me is going to be the next Bill Gates, I'm sure of it!" "Shut up, you turd," his friend yelled, hitting him in the head. Then he looked at him and gave a small smile. "Eric." And from that moment, Mikey knew that Anton Emma was something. He would be the key to reaching his goal in football.

Both were over six feet tall, but Mika Michael had natural blond hair and blue eyes, and Drac Mitchel had extremely light blond hair that was almost white and bright green and blue eyes. “Hey Matthews!” Mika hollered as Drac and him started down the row where the empty seats were. “Mr. Michael and Mr. Mitchel, find your seats so we can begin.” Our Principal, Mr. Wagnar said into the mic that was on the podium, where he stood. “Yes sir!” Mika said as he saluted him and almost fell over on Carry O’Brian and Stacy Nelson. “You should let a girl know when you’re falling for her, Mika.” Stacy said as she fluffed her hair dramatically, joking with him.

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

“Biggest wrap party in America, in Orlando, yeah, it wasn't very hard to put the pieces together. Plus, I had to come say hi, those idiots were the first production company willing to try out MIC.” “Mike?” I asked as I dumped my empty cup on the dirt floor and grabbed the chains of the swing. Carson gave a low chuckle, one that even though came from him, rattled inside me. “No, not Mike, doll, M-I-C. It's this new high-tech camera we've been developing. The boys in white have a long complicated name for it but I just call it MIC. Easier to remember, and say.” “Oh good. And here I was thinking that you gave a production company a man to try out.”

The fragile peace they’d been living in for the past week and a half felt like thin ice—beautiful on the surface, but ready to crack with one wrong step. “Yo, boss lady,” Mikey called from across the bay, his voice cracking with that awkward teenage enthusiasm. The nineteen-year-old prospect was sprawled dramatically across a workbench, pretending to fan himself with an oily rag. “If you keep making these bikes sound like angry demons, I’m gonna start thinking you sold your soul to the devil. Or worse—Reaper’s dick.”

I may be the one that has Big Joe in a hold right now, but in a few seconds, I'll have to be the one to pull Lucky from him. "H-he. N-no." Millie says while looking down at her feet. "You don't have to lie, we won't hurt you, and we won't let him either." Miles says and when I turn to him, I can see the anger pouring off him in waves. Another reason I am here, was to see how the youngling would do. Miles is one the newest patched in members. He's loyal and smart but has never had to prove just how dangerous he could be. This was a test and I have a gut feeling this kid is going to pass with flying fuckin' colors.

Ha ha… Just then, Mickey let out an evil laugh at the sight before him as he slowly got to his feet. Both the men and the Golden Ring Venomous Millipede were spent, and it was time for him to strike. At the same time, a few figures were seen rushing over. All that could be seen was one of them being a young child. It was Romeo and the Tenri Sect pupils. Romeo had heard the fight in the passage just now and had rushed over at one.