Mike Teller Novels & Stories

After sorting out the documents, Mike stood up and said, “I have finished my work. Pay the balance as soon as possible.” “Super detective, why do you care about money so much? Don’t worry. I will pay the balance,” Jessica said as she cast a scornful glance at him. Mike said frankly, “I care about money because money is worth being cared about. The only thing that won’t betray me in the world is money.” It was the first time that Jessica had heard a person express his desire and love for money in such a way. With a sneer, she have a sniff of disapproval and said to Dave, “Dave transfer the money to him.”

Computers are wonderful when you know how to use them. Mike wondered if he should tell Shane. He had dinner with Shane and touched the subject lightly. There had been a news story about a rich guy who's wife was sleeping around. When the guy found out he divorced her but lost millions in the settlement. Shane said he wouldn't want a divorce from a bitch like that, he'd want her dead! Mike didn't tell Shane what he knew.

“A-Ahh … his name is—“ “My name is Mike … Mike Bautista, I am a senior of Sam,” he interrupted his words as he looked at the weak grandmother of his ideal streamer. Sam knew he is lying from his identity and he is quite skeptical, if he will trust it or not. Mike on the other hand, cannot take to look. He gets his wallet and pick up some cash. However, he is disappointed from himself because he don’t have so much cash with him. “Grandma, for you … be strong I have my patient too,” he keeps on searching a hole but the hand of Nanay Georgia holds it.

Mike told Orlando then left the van. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Hey guys, don't forget to comment what you think. Who do you think is the secret killer on the file?

"We are here boss." Just when I thought my day was ending, I got a call from Dave one of my securities at 'Nine Tale Club'. he claimed to have set eyes on Mike's daughter. That bastard Mike owes me his life. I have been searching for him for a long time now, and even with my money and security, I have not been able to track him down for three years now.

Mke had always had strong knees which he had trusted during all the years he’d played football and occasionally hockey. But today, well, even they were giving up on him. He blinked back a few times, trying to mentally chew the number and flip the digits in his mouth, before he swallowed the unthinkable sum of money, and nodded to the receptionist. “Right…” Mike stood at the counter- huge and looming over everything, while a few guests were occasionally glancing at him as they were passing around in the golden- lit lobby, and a small, and nice elderly lady glanced nervously at him as he planted his palms on the marble surface separating him and the receptionist.

“I am Nataniel. Mr. Miguel’s employee and security. He asked me to bring your dinner and check if you were all right.” Employee? Miguel had guaranteed me he did not have any employees. I backed up a little more, my breath caught in my lungs. My face was burning with shame. “I… I am sorry. I did not know that the room…” I paused and changed the subject. “Miguel said he did not have any employees.” “I am the only one. If you do not believe me, call him and ask.” He took a cell phone out of his pocket and directed it toward me. He stayed in that position for a few seconds while I analyzed him. It didn’t seem as though he was harming me or fabricating this story.

Kian responds. Mike chuckles, “Anything else you’d like to know, officers?” “That’s all, we’ll—” I spin to look at the cops, unable to believe my ears. On the way here, I told them everything Tammy told me. Every single reason Mike has to want her dead. I know it deep in my bones that he is a fraud and he is responsible for whatever happened to my father. And he would kill someone to keep that secret and every other secret he has.

“I am Jonathan D. Whits and I am sure you must have heard of me.’ The way he spoke was too smooth almost hypnotizing. No wonder he was a good interrogator. Elaine gasped seeing her idol. How could she not know him? He was the Top criminal detective who had undergone hundreds of undercover missions. Seeing the look on their face he smiled and proceeded the ceremony. “I have nothing more to say. Now the rest will be told by our special guest today, our proud graduate Mr. Michael Tyrell.” He gave a clap when a man entered the stage. A young man with a blonde hair tied in ponytail and wearing a black suit that highlighted his godly thighs and long legs with his broad shoulder stood in front of t

“No, no, boss, I don’t want the money. Just spare my legs. I—I have another plan. I can make an arrangement with one of the doctors inside the hospital. How about that?” I nodded. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea. You’re actually smart, but if the plan fails, I will break your legs! Understand? And make sure to tell them to put you in the same room as Ethan Miller.” “Yes, boss,” Micah responded as he ran off to the hospital. A few minutes later, he came back again. Two nurses followed behind him with a wheelchair. When they saw me, they were shocked. “It’s Mr. Richard Anderson, the richest man in America!” one of the nurses screamed in excitement. I gestured for her to keep quiet and carr