Mike Vitar Young Novels & Stories

RAVENA Being between Marina and Matheus, I felt, in a way, protected from the hostility generated by other people's prejudice, so I simply decided not to care about them and so I started to have fun as I had done on very few occasions throughout my existence, dancing, drinking soft drinks, eating snacks and taking funny selfies.

That’s where we were headed. Many of the pack members stared at us as we drove by, before turning down the side street to the pack house. It unnerved me. I wondered how much some of them might remember of my parent’s death and how many of them knew exactly who I was. ‘We can take them if they give us problems,’ Stella growled in my mind. ‘Calm down, Stel. I don’t really want to fight anybody on my first day back.’ I bit back in response.

“It’s rare for you to video call. What’s going on?” Elara, who was standing not far from there, immediately stopped. She did not move, but her eyes shifted toward Mike. Mike did not answer immediately, but his expression softened slightly. “Tomorrow night there’s a family event. It’s Grandfather’s birthday.” Vania’s eyes immediately lit up. “Really? You’re coming?” “Yes,” Mike replied. “Come with me.” Vania’s smile widened. She moved closer to the camera, then kissed the phone screen playfully. “Of course I’ll come. I’m always there for you. You want to introduce me as the Young Madam Tyson, right?”

"We are here to make sure it is the one that matters most." "My name is Viktor," he stated. He stood straight, arms at his sides, looking at me with the direct, unperformed attention of someone who had decided I had earned it. "Michael Van Leer believes I died in a car crash two months ago." A pause that carried the full weight of everything he was about to build on top of it. "I’m not as dead as everyone believes.”

It didn't take long though as the second double doors were opened and Vikrant walked into the gym with Mike. "Baby boo!" Sarita grimaced as Kaly flew up from her seat and ran to hug Mike who caught her as she jumped on him but she didn't stare at them for long because they soon started to kiss and it was the rated 18 type. "Hi." Vikrant plopped down beside her. "Hey." She smiled. "Congratulations." "Thanks." He smiled back. "You have a very nice voice." "That... wasn't too much, right?" She asked. "The song?"

"But I- I didn't me-" Eyes shooting open, Mike stared at the younger. "Say you didn't mean it and I'll sock you. Now come here." Ashly faltered but when Mike added a warning, "Don't make me repeat myself." she fell into the hug, swept up in the warmth and comfortless. She felt Mike's hand slip through her hair, closed er eyes when gentle fingers began combing through her strands. "You know, originally I had dreams of becoming a rapper. I wrote music while growing up, it was an escape route from my life. It helped me cope with my depression and anxiety, a therapeutic release. I'm an only child but my parents and I didn't exactly see eye to eye. It was my father especially, nothing I ever did

Mike would not miss this opportunity; he immediately picked up the little body and headed for the stairs that would lead them to the master suite. They were now in a villa in Italy. Mike deliberately booked the villa to get in on the action, his hands going straight to the action. Taking off all the clothes of a twenty-one-year-old woman, Mike will always look for young women from 18 to 21 years old because they are still stupid and innocent in the eyes of 27-year-old Mike.

Out of desperation to escape my mom's life, I found myself getting involved with the worst men. Damian. His name echoed in my head, and I gulped down my drink in one go, scanning the room. “I'm posting it on I***a. Are you cool with that?” Mike asked, holding up his phone to show me our selfie. He tagged the caption as ‘Two Hotties. Vibing in their crib.' I smiled mindlessly before something clicked. “I hope I look cute. My hair has been greasy all week, and Neil might probably see that.

“Of course there’ll be another chance someday.” Mike paused for a moment, his tone softening. “Someday?” There was a flicker of sadness in his eyes before he steadied his voice. “Miranda,” he said quietly, “don’t worry. I’ll give us both some time and space.” “Ma’am, I’ve bought everything for lunch,” Mrs. Young said as she stepped in. “I’ll go ahead and start cooking.” She had been quietly watching Mike. After meeting both Felix and Leo before, she thought Mike was just as impressive. He was disciplined, calm, and carried himself with the quiet confidence of a soldier. In her eyes, he seemed like a good match for Miranda.

Mike turned to meet the girl. "Vampire. The name's Mike, at your service." He gave a flamboyant bow and grinned. "A vampire? Really?" She asked, not fully believing him. "Yup." Mike said, placing his hands under the side of the car and lifting with enough force to flip it, twice, into the drainage ditch. "Wow. Very cool." She was impressed. "How come noone is ever really freaked out when I tell them?" He asked, wondering. "Well, I can't speak for everyone else, but for me this is just too cool... you're not gonna do to me what you did to them, are you?"