Mike The Situation Audiobook Novels & Stories

Flabbergasted, Lily could only sputter at him when he shut the door in her face. Night had fallen, and Mike paced the house, wandering from room to room with no direction. He uncovered furniture, opened drawers, attempting to reconcile the idea that he really might have to leave. A gigantic hole had formed in his gut, one that he feared could never be filled. He had found something special in this house, something that made him a real person, no longer the damaged creature he had once been. He couldn't explain why, but he just knew that there was no way his brain had made everything up.

said the maid who greeted me. I smiled at her and nodded. “Thank you. Errr, have you heard about Mike?” Suddenly I asked. She looked confused and then smiled at me. I didn’t know why she had to smile like that but then she answered me. “Mr. Mike has already landed in London, Miss. He said he can’t contact you because he’s afraid he can’t stop talking to you, so he only contacted me to tell you about him.” I was so shy to hear it. He succeeded in making me smile in the morning although I just heard it from the maid.

he assured her, his voice firm with resolve. Meanwhile, when George arrived at the police station, his demeanor was stern, and his expression hardened with resolve. This is Senator Montenegro's heir, and the person in front of them is part of the Rui Lin Mafia. How could the people inside the police station feel better? It was giving them a hard time to breathe. After all, George's aura is different from the others. George did not speak and went directly to the person in charge of the case. He wasted no time in seeking out the police chief, his steps purposeful as he made his way through the bustling station.

Another: "Her son is probably not even Brian's. Wouldn't be surprised if she got pregnant to trap him." These people don't know me and they'll never know me, but their words lodge in my brain like splinters, impossible to remove. "You need to stop doing that." Mike's voice comes from the doorway of the library, where I've been hiding for the past hour, phone in hand, spiraling deeper into the cesspool of public opinion. "I know." I set the phone down. "I just... I can't seem to stop." He crosses the room and settles beside me on the couch, close enough that our shoulders touch. "What are they saying now?"

He looked up at me, his tears and snot mixing together on his face in a disgusting way. "I was wrong! I shouldn't have falsely accused you on the live stream! I'm worse than an animal!" He kept smacking himself in the face as he spoke. "But I've already gotten what I deserved. I can't find a job anywhere, I've spent all my money, I can't afford rent anymore, and I'm living like a rat on the streets! "Gavin, please help me! You were my mentor for years, and we used to work together for such a long time too! Please help me, I'm begging you!"

Michael makes it to his office, he feels so guilty for the way he’s been acting towards Cassandra and he has been organising things on the drive to work, with how to make it all up to Cassandra. He’s just putting his coat away when his phone buzzes. “Santorum” He answers, his voice as cold as ice out of boredom. “Michale, where are you?” Aaron’s panicked voice sounds over the phone. “I just got to the office, why what’s wrong,” Michael asks his voice wavering at Aaron’s tone.

As much as I wanted to free myself from his embrace, I felt glued to his body, our eyes meeting each other. ", You owe me something, Mike", his husky voice sounded, as he pouted his lips, as I swallowed a lump of saliva. " What the fuck?", I heard as I turned to see...

And two men wrestle together, and the larger man seems to be winning. Mike nudges me, smiling widely. “Yup, good decision I made.” My lips lift up a little and I pull him away when it begins to seem like one of the werewolves fighting is about to shift into their wolves. “There are some things you should know before you go back home.” I sit on the bed, my body sinking into it. I tap the spot beside me. “Home?” Mike laughs bitterly, shaking his head. “I have no home.” My eyebrows furrow in confusion.

He continued shouting, his voice trembling with fury. "Mike, listen to me! That’s not true..." I felt helpless, the weight of his unjust accusations sinking in. I never intended this to happen. “What did I just hear from you?!” Mike shouted, his face red with anger. “Listen to me! You’re lucky because poor Lisa had an anxiety attack when she heard about our engagement. I could barely calm her down, and I have to take her to the clinic right now! But tomorrow...!” He stormed back and forth, his voice growing louder. “Tomorrow, you’ll hear from me! I’ll tell everyone the truth and expose you for the manipulative, lying woman, you are! I’ll tell your grandfather everything and hand in my resign

Mike suddenly stopped talking to his Dad when he saw me walking in the middle as I walked closer to him. Suddenly, Mike's eyes widened when he saw me. It didn’t seem to matter to him that his Dad was talking to him because it seemed like his world had stopped and it seemed like I was the only one he could see. So not even a little word from his dad nor the noise of people inside he could not hear. I was like an angel descending from heaven in Mike's eyes when he saw me.