Mike Ross Novels & Stories

“I don't want my grandma's name in your filthy mouth Ross. Don't even pretend to offer any condolences.” “Woah easy! I didn't even utter her name. I know her death must've been a blow to you but you shouldn't shun those who are trying to sympathise.” “I don't need your bloody sympathy. And just pray to God that you had nothing to do with this....or else, I swear to god I'll...” Ross chuckling made him pause. This bastard thought this was funny. Ross had a bad habit of toying with people's emotions. He loved taking a serious conversation and turning into something...fun for himself.

MIKHAIL Rosanne kept picking on the chicken soup like she really couldn't eat it, but the pack doctor emphasized on the fact that she had to eat. I facepalmed myself and grabbed her wrists. “What are you doing?” “Eating, just as you instructed.” She replied plainly, her wet lips beckoning unto me. My lips curled up into a slight smile. “It's been half an hour, Ross, but you're still on a single bowl.” “I'm…I'm fi—” she rushed up suddenly, placing the bowl on the coffee table as she made a run towards my bathroom.

Had a crush on Luca when they first meet. His favorite thing about Nixon is his hair. Likes vanilla ice cream with salt and vinegar chips. Likes sweet potatoes but doesn’t like sweet potato pie. Nixon- Prefers cold showers but takes hot ones for Harper’s sake. Hates wearing shoes and socks. (But he does) His favorite color is really pink but he always says black. Hates pickles but likes fried pickles. His favorite thing about Harper is the small scar he has on his hip. (Harper fell out of a tree when he was a kid)

“Needed coffee. Thought I’d stop by.” Rose narrowed her eyes slightly, clearly not buying his excuse. “Right. And out of all the cafés in the city, you just happened to choose this one?” “Maybe I like the name,” he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. Rose huffed, crossing her arms. “Do you want something or not?” Mike glanced at the menu board, though he wasn’t actually reading it. “Surprise me.” Rose rolled her eyes but turned to prepare a drink. As she worked, Mike couldn’t help but notice the little details—the way she bit her lip when she concentrated, the slight bounce in her step as she moved.

“You'll only make things hard for yourself if you go on like this, Xavier. If you tell the truth, we could…” The ringing of Ross's phone interrupted him and Xavier silently sighed with relief. “Yeah?... Are you sure?” Ross's eyes popped. “I'm coming down there right now!” Xavier looked up at him curiously. “Well I think a piece of the puzzle has fixed itself,” Ross said to him with a wide smile. “Which is?” “We found Marcus D****e.” Goosebumps suddenly covered every inch of Xavier's skin and he couldn't bing himself to say anything as Ross walked out of the investigation room.

"Stop daydreaming... The time will come, you don't need to imagine it before the time. You'll just get disappointed when the time comes." Mike chuckles. "There's nothing about that woman that can disappoint me. She's perfect in every way." Then it dawns on Roger... He's not just simping over her, not just wanting to sleep with her... He's practically obsessed with her. And for some reason, that scares him. Mike will always be Mike to Roger but will obsessed Mike always be the same Mike to Roger? "So, what is our conclusion?" Mike asks, his mind completely invested in the discussion at hand.

Travis Maybe this was a bad idea hosting the game while Kaylee and her friends used the pool , I wish I didn't notice that a particular girl barley legal has on a thong bikini I also don't like the way the guys are looking at her ,or how I am looking at her as she laughs with a boy I don't recognise is he her boyfriend?. "I don't remember high school girls looking like that while i was in high school " Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for.

That's the day he learned how shitty my life was. So, on Tuesday when I was off he got into a destructive accident. I was still unable to think that his driver was gone. Every thought of it was killing me. It brought tears to me to think Mike was gone, and Mister Ross was on the verge. The two were my close people, and just like how Mister Ross used to say he had been lonely until he met us, it was the same case for me. According to what he told me, his wife divorced him five years ago and went to marry a rich man in Las Vegas. Those days, mister Ross was still struggling to make his business grow, which of course managed to grow because he was among the top ten richest men in California.

TITAN HAYES I was about leaving the pack house when two detective accosted me. "Hello Sir, mind if we take some moment of your time? I’m detective Mike Ross, this is detective Alex Fowler" Mike Ross said stepping forward towards me. "Of course officers, I'll be glad to help" I said and relax my shoulders and brought my whole body in sync with my mind so as not give out non verbal signs.

No one needs to know I'm having a self appraisal concert presently going on in my head. At that point, we both didn't care who was watching or who wasn't. We both stood ready for verbal battle until the interrupting Ross stepped in and did what he knows how to do best. "We've been expecting you, i'm Ross Davis. Right this way please." Ross announced in a very formal voice and with his brief announcement, they followed after him. After a cold look at me, Mr Rude Stranger followed after Ross and so did the few others that obviously came in with him.