Mikan Tripping Novels & Stories

“I have an idea.” He opened the door and motioned Cain inside. Cain entered silently, eyes avoiding hers. “Let’s test if Cain can teleport two people,” Mikan said. “Avin, take my hand.” She obeyed, though uncertain. “Mikan extended his other hand toward Cain. “Cain, take it. Teleport us to your room.” Cain hesitated only a second before gripping his hand. “Hold on,” Cain muttered and teleported. Avi gasped as the two men vanished from her room. Seconds later, they reappeared.

As some of the pain was freed from his muscles, he began to pick up the pace. After about fifteen minutes, the three rounded the final corner of their usual running route and began to jog down their own street again towards their house. Mike suddenly groaned in pain and clutched at his calf. He didn't stop himself completely and tripped, crumbling into a heap next to the curb. "Mike!" Danni called, stopping and dropping down to see if he was okay. "I'm alright, just a cramp." Emma turned and knelt down, offering a hand reaching down underneath his shoulder to help Danni lift him up. He groaned and hobbled forwards, blood dripping from a decent sized scrap on his knee from the pavement.

But they pushed themselves forward and cut their enemies down as best they could. For the lives of their people, their friends, and everyone around them. Miko stumbled as she ran, a momentary lapse of concentration, and fell face-first into the dirt with a soft TUMF. The wind was knocked out of her, and she groaned as dizziness racked her mind. And as she tried to push herself back up, she realized just how rapidly her own heart was beating, and how rough her own breathing was. Her arms trembled as she tried to steady herself, but fell back down in frustration.

" Makes sense why the place doesn't have any population. Never mind. Get up. Climb on my back. I will carry you around until we find some food. " Kian bent low and extended his hand. Mira looked at him with raised brows. " I'm hungry, not crippled. I can walk by myself, let's keep moving..... " Mira's right leg slid as she tried to run. The mud was slippery and runny. Mira tumbled down the slop very fast as Kian slid after, trying to grab her. They both fell in what seemed like a little pool , deep, deep under a narrow, long hole.

She needs me. *Maaaate! Mate! Mine, mine! She needs us,* Mick growls, as he pushes through me, shredding my clothes. When we’re on four legs there are screams and the sound of people moving all over. Travis fully understands that the humans have tranquilizer darts for situations like this, but Mick doesn’t give a shit.

We had two more rows before we reached the end, but something told me that it wasn't just planks we had to worry about now. "Not so cocky now, are you?" I teased. Kingston shook his head, his brown curls bouncing with this movement. "This is where it gets tricky. There a trip wires here, and I've never made it past the first plank. None of us have, we always trip it, and the plank drops, taking us with it. And the next row is even harder." "If you haven't made it this far, then why did you bet me your dessert?" I asked, genuinely curious.

But instead of helping, she retreated and kept her distance away from me. Okay, fine. Putting her aside, that silver hair guy extended both of his hands. Is he attempting to grab me for a throw or is he aiming for a tackle…? If I grab his hand, he could probably push me down with his speed. So… Timing with his speed, I took a quick sidestep to the left… “Ah— whoa!?” He inadvertently screamed. …and tripped him with my right leg. He flew forward, then landed on the floor with his stomach, sliding for another few meters forward in a straight line.

Trikan is coompletely immobile in my hands, and although my grips has not lessened, I am sure he is calculating ways as to which he can escape my caging hold. It is very diifficult to flip the key with my leg and make it land on my hands but I do and I am shocked when Trikan does not move an inch but watch me slide the keys into the chains and unlock it. It releases my hands and releases him too. I immediately stand up, chain in hand as a weapon, moving back step by step. "Do no come near me Trik or I swear I will kill you and kill myself too" I warn. Okay I might not really do that, or rather I won't do that, but it won't hurt to make mouth a little, would it?

Back and forth. “You imagined it,” I muttered under my breath. “It was the lighting. The music. The champagne.” But the memory burned too clearly, the purple light. It wasn’t symbolic, it wasn’t imagination. It was the mark of the mate bond. Visible only to the bonded pair. I wasn’t supposed to see it. Unless… “Ugh!” Frustration ripped out of me as I dragged both hands through my hair. Maybe this was another one of their games. The triplets had always been dangerous in their own way. Charming when they wanted something. Ruthless when they didn’t get it. Maybe this was some elaborate psychological trap, a cruel manipulation designed to destabilize me.

'I kind of smashed his car once,' I said grinningly. 'Of course, typical Viona Psycho.' She said skeptically. 'Don't judge me, you don't know the whole story yet.' 'Uh oh,' she rolled her eyes. Ten minutes later, we were called in to serve the men. I carried my tray of wines and walked to the living room; plugged in my earphone to show disrespect. I dropped the tray, turned and walked to the door, but I suddenly tripped and collided with the floor, which sent my earphone flying off. The pain surged through my body from my jawline where I hit, ow! I looked over my shoulder to the devil that tripped me, sipping his wine innocently.