Mick Mars Young Novels & Stories

- In Swalesbury, Mars rode his horse at Lon Lon Ranch, accompanied by Miki Main, who looked splendid atop her horse. After covering some distance, he asked, "Did your father involve Windsor Jaeger?" Miki replied, "I believe so. Since the deputy director reports to him, he likely had him teach his stubborn brother a lesson." Miki smiled sadly. "Mr. Jaeger swiftly intervened in the situation. My sources indicate Faustine was later forced to withdraw. Now it's more challenging for Logan to extricate himself." "You people shouldn't have allowed Windsor to meddle," Mars remarked softly.

So many times she caught him staring at her portrait and weeping so bitterly, Rosa didn't bother to console him and would just walk away Whenever she saw him in that condition. There was a time when she caught him smashing all of her mother's portraits and putting away her belongings. Liam was not just Complicated but a troubled young man with a displeasing attitude. The only person who thought of him as nice was Kim and a few other people who were close to him, the rest of the people didn't think like that.

Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for. "She's a child man " John says like me he's happily married but unlike me I don't see the girl next door as a child. "We here for porker not for ogling teenagers " Carter says winking at me I kick him under the table ,he swears under his breath asshole.

one of Michael's friends again asked. Mars sighed and opened his mouth finally, "I am good at most of the things except a few like those with balls and swimming." his tone was nonchalant as his gaze was still on the food. Michael's friends were dumbfounded when Mars said that, they surely believed that he was an arrogant person trying to show off. "So which Club would you Join you have only five days remaining." Michael disturbed everyone's train of thought. "I think I will go with Shooting Club, Although I am good at marksmanship but still not that good." Well, everyone was yet again stunned by his choice. It definitely was amazing if a boxer or a fighter could shoot well.

While on the way to the practice room, Ted continued to nag at her, but Mika's heart couldn't stop pounding like crazy at the thought of seeing and interacting with LOMB members. Miko and the other members, Luke, Bryce and Oliver, have been trainees for years and they only debuted a year ago but they are already making a name in the music industry. Truth is, Mika is a big fan of the band, especially the other three. She didn't tell her parents, but she had a huge crush on Luke who's the leader and oldest of the group at the age of 25. She's also part of the fandom they call 'LAMB', and she also ships the other members together.

My attention shifted back to Bibi who was trying to sneak a toast from my plate. “Bibi table manners!” I exclaimed in horror. “Here, have some water” I passed the glass full of water to Mr Young whose face is red like a tomato. “I think you should stop drinking, Whiskey is not good for your health Mr young” “I know, I assure you it's not a daily occurrence” He smirked a little, the shade of his face returning to normal. “Why did you leave early yesterday? I searched for you” I asked, thinking back to last night where I had searched him thoroughly after the gig.

“Better shut your fucking mouth unless you want to lose a kidney along with that spleen.” Mick laughs. “Touch me one time and see what happens.” He turns to me, completely unconcerned for his welfare. I’m guessing he’s on some pretty powerful drugs right now. Either that, or he’s secure in the idea that Rebel will personally pound Colin into the dirt if he so much as lays a finger on Mick. “He’s right, though,” Mick continues. “Let’s go get a beer and you can tell us all about it.” “It’s not even lunch time,” I say, following Mick over to the red mustang parked on the back side of the lot.

I knew I wouldn’t get to ten years. I was already dying. ... It took me two hours of rummaging through the first aid cabinet to find a single vial of painkiller. I wasn’t even sure if it was expired, but I injected it into my arm, hoping it would dull the searing pain deep in my bones. Just as I crawled back into the corner cot in the living room that served as my bed, Kian returned. As he caught sight of my pale, sickly face, his expression flickered. However, it was quickly replaced by disappointment.

Maybe because I never had many friends, I had become a homebody. There were three days left before we were finally leaving for São Paulo. Marina had gotten together with the owner of the diner where we had worked together for several years and organized a party with the country singer who would be performing on my birthday. The show would be held on a Sunday afternoon, in the open air, in the courtyard of the gas station, exclusive for truck drivers, that our old boss was opening on the side of the highway. The singer would give her a discount on her f*e because he had not been able to perform on the day I turned eighteen, and estimates were that this would be the biggest show the city had e