Mihawks Novels & Stories

my mom replied and I shook my head sideways like she could see me. “No, no, it’s fine. Really. We have food, money, no adults to supervise us and we’re dropping by the supermarket to grab some whiskey on our way back home. Woo-hoo, woo-hoo!” “No supermarket will sell alcohol to you. You’re eighteen.” “I have a fake ID,” I replied and Dia and Abigail shot me a look that said ‘really?’ while mom let out an exasperated sigh.

M•Ï•A͙ (Ɱɛʀciʆɛรร Iɳ Ɑctiѳɳ) Sequence 14 Author's POV ____________________________________________ (Two<2> months later) There were about seven rowdy guys in an uncompleted building, while they were smoking, drinking and gambling a boy ran to them. " Guys, Guys, Guys......MIA is coming, MIA" he shouted and everyone sprang up and ran in different directions.

That's also how their friendship started. Mahiriko is a Japanese and the only asian of the group but his parents migrated here in states. His parents shooed him away from home because they think he's a blacksheep. He have this failed grades and he's lazy as hell. They disowned him. He walked away from their home and live in the street wander around and everywhere until he found Nick collecting twigs from the woods and befriend him.

Micah whispered with his eyes directly on my dripping pussy. He lowered his head and his warm lips sucked my clit. I moaned out and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Mica grabbed my waist to stop me from moving as my began to shake from how much pleasure it was getting. He removed his right ha d from my hips and wrapped the other around my belly. Micah used his free hand to rub my clit while his tongue worked in easing its way through my wall. His tongue went in and out of my pussy and my body began to shake even more. "Stop..." I begged, not really meaning it and he only growled and went even faster.

“They were too noisy, mo pheata.” Gator shakes his head at Sidhe, causing a piece of his purplish raven hair to fall over one of his steel grey eyes. “Overkill as usual, ma Doudou,” he says then sweeps his hair back into place with a tattooed bronzed hand. Gator or Tee is an MMA champion and a former gang leader from Louisiana. “Yep, but you love me!” Sidhe says before kissing Gator. Here we go again. I roll my eyes. This is normal for the Death Kings.

Then, the man's cold voice rang out, he said. “Why do you do these things? Why do you hurt your body? If you hate them, you can shoot and kill them. Don't be afraid that the police will arrest you, as long as I'm by your side, no one will be able to detain you, even if that person is a police officer.

Have them sent to Marro she will be able to tell us what stoped them from turning back and what masked their scent" The next two hours are spent taking care of those who are now homeless and the injured. After placing those who need housing in other areas around the pack houses I head home. "Nixon" comes a high pitched annoying voice "I was so worried when I heard about the attack are you ok baby" Viviana says standing on my front porch. "You need to leave" I tell her. "Don't be like that baby I'm here to help you relax" she purrs. Ignoring her I walk through the front door and call for Harper to come down. He rushes down the stairs and right into my arms "I was so worried" he says hugs me t

Once he's done, a guard opens the door for us both to enter. Mira gets in first, and just as I'm about to get in, a gun shot echoes in the area. Freezing me stiff in my place. Slowly, I turn around, only to realize that we've been surrounded. What is even more terrifying isn't the guns they're with, but the words they say. "who is River Kruiz among you?" One of the goons ask, an AK 47 aimed my way. "Is it you?" And a lump forms in my throat.

The whispers of doubt and fear are replaced by a crescendo of pride as they recite the oath, their voices strong and clear. "I, Michael Rossi," he begins, his gaze never leaving mine, "swear to uphold the honor of our Family, to protect those who cannot protect themselves, and to lead with wisdom and courage." His voice is a testament to his father's legacy, a promise of continuity in the face of change.

“So technically, I am alone. But not lonely, no. Just waiting.” “You mind if I wait with you, then?” He leans closer, and I catch a whiff of his cologne. Something woodsy and spicy. It goes straight to my cock. “Not at all.” “Good.” He grins, showing perfect white teeth. “I’m Hawk.” “Micah.” “Nice to meet you, Micah.” His eyes travel down to where the water hits my chest. “So these friends of yours—are they running late, or did you show up early?”