Mc Mikey Tmnt Novels & Stories

Not that it ever was. We were waiting on Mikey Two-Times. Real nervous punk. Used to run money and drops for Damien before the whole Rossi operation started hiding in the shadows. Mikey wasn’t smart. Wasn’t loyal either. He was the type to crack under pressure, and that’s exactly what we needed. It was past two when he finally showed. Scrawny, hoodie up, eyes darting like he already knew he was being hunted. He stepped out the club, alone, walking fast down the sidewalk, head down. Like that would save him.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

A freaking hard chest, with proud pecs and which I'm sure his under a boring shirt hides his cute pink nipples. I lifted my head, and there they were... those addictive chestnut eyes, glaring down at me. The very eyes belonging to the reason I’d gotten wasted in the first place. Mikey. Fucking. Montero. This son of a bitch!

Emory Mikey is always hungry. His stomach is a bottomless pit that never seems to be full, no matter how much he eats. Whatever food is within his vicinity, he runs toward it with relentless determination, and when he’s not allowed to eat when he’s hungry, he erupts into loud tantrums that don’t stop until he finally gets his way..

"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.

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."

Imogen This club/bar is really something else. We got picked up by the limo and a driver who calls himself Mikey Mike. Cute. Actually, he was such a sweetheart like a gentle giant with his bald head, gold hoop earring in his left ear and broad body but with the largest toothy grin you could possibly imagine. He held the door open for us and made sure Autumn and I were comfortable before driving off. Mikey Mike pointed out there was champagne on ice and some snacks if we fancied them.

There was a man already sitting down and talking on his phone. The guy is drop dead Gorgeous! Of course he's not better looking then Matthew, but still... he's handsome. "Mikey, It's nice to see you." said Matthew looking down at the Man. This is Mikey??? Mikey's dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He has perfect tan skin and judging by his biceps I can tell he works out a lot. I wonder what his abs looks like... "Hey Matt, it's been a while." said Mikey hanging up his phone. Then standing up and shaking Matthews hand.

I tell him, bouncing on my toes to keep the blood pumping. Mickey ignores my words to come up and grab me by the back of the neck, pulling my six foot five inch frame down to his nearly five foot nothing so that we’re forehead to forehead. “You ready, kid? This is your biggest fight to date. This fucker is damn good.” I smile, putting my hands on his shoulders. “Not as good as me.” Finally, Mickey smiles. He smacks me lightly on the face. “Damn straight.” Turning to Jimmy, who just walked in the door to call us out, Mickey says, “Tape him up as we walk.”

I can already see the connection they have, and Mikey was Jessica’s high school crush. I don’t like this but it’s for the best. “Fine, Damon. I have your back, you know that, and I bet she will go for me,” I know he is grinning from ear to ear, and I turn back into the grocery store parking lot and park. “I know Mikey and I have yours. I’m grabbing the plunger and I’ll be back. Is everything ready?” “You are just now getting the plunger? Damn! Next time, I’ll just go myself.”