Mike The Situation Audiobook Novels & Stories

Stepping towards the bed, I stopped in front of the guy who was clearly suffering from his wounds. He was groaning and clenching his teeth. Yet, he's so stubborn and refuses to get treated. “You- Theo, Wellington. My Dad sent you, right?” Mike sat up when he saw me. His expression looked the same as that of the nurses. He looked as if he'd finally found a savior and I wondered why. “I know the heavens are with me.” Mike clasped my hand desperately. “Someone as mighty and powerful as you in Los Angeles will definitely end my bad day. Find and bring me Dr. Olivia. I'll do whatever you ask me after that.”

My heart thudded. “Wait—what kind of meeting?” “Private. Off-the-record kind of stuff. You remember that alley near the docks? Same car. Same time. I didn’t get too close,”. “There's a recording tho,” There was a pause. I didn’t say anything, just listened to the sound of paper rustling and muffled breathing on his end. Then I heard the voice recording come through. A click. Static. Then Mike’s voice, low but clear. “He still thinks I’m on his side. Wait till Sara pulls the final string.”

"Well, the shoe size matched. I don't know any other person who's your enemy who would drive joy from ending someone close to you other than the Wright's." The seed successfully sown, Hank chuckles inside his head, watching all of the expressions that pass by Mike's face after that revelation. Without another word, Mike stalks away, into the car he came there with and drove away. "Tut... Tut... Tut... Man's about to go on a killing spree." He mutters to himself as he also walks over to his own car, his evil bar exhausted for the day. Whistling behind the wheels, he drives away, happy that it's all going according to plan.

course I know that. But it’s just. . . .maybe your grandparents chose to tell me about these things because you weren’t there when needed a grandchild to talk about their Granny-stuffs.” He walked even faster and the light was with him so even I felt a little sad, I followed him. I didn’t want to talk about Mike’s grandparents, I didn’t want to make him remember that he lost them either. I tried to sound like I wasn’t about it that there’s nothing to be sad about. “Mike, what are you talking about? We’re brothers remember? So my grandparents are also your grandparents.” He was about to say something when we heard a rumbling. Mike immediately held my hand and we ran as silent as we could no

The low rumble of his voice felt so comforting as it wrapped around Susanna and carried her off to a world where sound is the power that could change everything wrong in the world. She squeaks and then flushes lightly when she realizes that the handsome man was waiting for an answer. "I'm fine." She pips. The chuckle that replies is that soft, rolling thunder that billows across the dark skies on a stormy night. "You were not fine a moment ago. You looked dazed" He said again, smirking at her. "I am sorry Mr...." "Mike. No need to add the Mr. It makes me look old which i ain't"

he commanded in his loud and terrifying voice for those men to leave Izzy alone as he understood that his plan to scare her had already failed as she had fainted. "Let a doctor check on her..." Mike added his facial expressions showing a mixture of frustration and concern. Abraham, though surprised, didn't say a word in response. Mike was known for being the heartless follower of Robert. All the men in their gang knew that Mike never changed his attitude towards any of the captives, though it may be a woman or a child, not letting any slightest emotions tamper with his mood during any of his missions. But surprisingly, today everything was different. Mike was frustrated seeing the little gir

Mike tried to explain, his words stumbling over each other as he rushed to convey the message with urgency, the breath disheveled as if he’d been running from afar. Mike’s words made me shocked at how low Sonya and Cathy would go. Alpha Jacob’s jaw clenched with determination as he listened to his son’s words. “Thank you for telling us, Mike,” he said, “You did the right thing.” “Welcome!” Mike beamed, knowing he had done something good. However, deep down, I sensed Mike’s intuition at play. Despite his tender age of three, his keen awareness often surprised me. It was clear that he perceived his grandmother and Sonya as troublemakers, prompting his actions to ensure our safety.

- Mike tells me He is right. Maybe I should talk to River and ask her to stop working for a while. Until I figured out who is threatening her. “You’re right” - I say “I’m sorry what? Did you just tell me I’m right?” - Mike laughs “Oh fuck off” - I say ending the call. I know Mike is right. ***** End of Flashback*****

I felt like my stitch got ripped off. "Shit," I groaned. The elevator opened. I didn't waste time to call a nurse and check on me. I went straight to Mike's room, where I found Mr. Hunderson talking to him. Mike is now awake. "Mike, son. Just tell us everything. If you are innocent then you can trust us, trust Mr. Scott—" "No," Mike shook his head rapidly. He appeared to be hiding something important. "No, father. They are monsters, we can't do anything but to shut our mouth. We shouldn't defy them!"

As soon as I regained my composure enough to investigate the cause of the unusual style of honking, I found Mike alighting an unfamiliar, yellow sports car in his customary jeans, denim jacket, timberland boots, braided locks and teasing smile. Of course; I should have known he was the one! He began to close the little distance between us with exaggerated swagger. I rolled my eyes and resumed my journey to the bus stop as fast as my wobbly strides could carry me. Hoping that he wouldn't catch up before I got a ride was in vain; it only took a few strides from him to fall beside me. Damn these heels! "If you have come to demoralise me so I won't be able to do well at my hearing, Mike. You won