Mike Wheeler Mga Nobela at Kwento

Scott commanded and it was carried out quickly. Mike reassured Scott of what he'll say and walked down to the station. He could run away now and not go to the station but he was scared of Scott and remembering what Leo said, anger rose in him and determination came along with it. Leo betrayed him and he was going to expose him to the whole world. "I'm the one you're all waiting for. Michael Willough. I'll answer some...not all questions" Mike said as they paved way for him like the red sea paved way for the Israelites.

"Hmm?" "Come, I want you to meet my beta, my tracker, and the leader of the pack warriors," Michael said and I instantly look at Lincoln, he just nodded at me as a sign that it was okay for me to leave him in a bit. I immediately walked over to Michael where he was happily talking to three men. I think I already know one of them, the leader of the pack warriors since he's the one who captured me and throws me in the cellar. "Hey mate, I want you to meet Maddox, he's my beta. This is Carrick, the pack tracker and I believe you already met this other guy here, Henry, the leader of the pack warriors." Michael introduces me to the other men and I just smile at them.

“Beta.” Mike’s voice grabbed my attention and I whipped around to face him. He had a new look. His hair was shaved off into a brush cut and he pierced one of his ears and put a gold stud. It seems he had gone for a makeover in the morning that’s why he was an hour late today. Mike was the head warrior, the fifth in rank from Desmond who’s a Delta and also a human. Desmond works on our Mafia business in the human town. “Yes. Where is she?” I asked almost immediately. My stomach was twisting with nerves thinking something happened to her while I was away.

I recognize him from the cover of one of those business magazines that we have lying around the office. That man is the CEO and founder of WeeVille Trading Company--William McAllister aka. The Weevil. Micah's rival. The man who sent Maven into Micah's world to take it down from the inside. The person for whom I was crafted to be his comeuppance.

Secluded in the corner with him,in a room full of people was supposed to reassure her but she felt goosebumps crawl up her skin. Who was this stranger? And what the heck was she doing with him? The questions kept bugging her.she eyed him skeptically as he sipped his coffeee waiting for her response. "Am sorry but as nice as you are,I don't feel comfortable telling you about such details of my life"she responded almost apologetically. He chuckled. Settling back in his seat,he leaned back and looked at her for a while. "Look,like I said Am Micheal Wheeler.Doesn't that seem to ring a bell for you?"he spoke.

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.”

For a long, impossible second, the only sound was the ragged rush of my own pulse. When the dust settled, Talon emerged first, grinning like a prizefighter, slapping the trunk with his free hand. “She’s down!” he crowed, his voice raw with adrenaline. Jake offered a quick nod of approval, and they began strategizing how to section the beast, talking over each other in a jumble of curse and laughter. But Mike hadn’t moved. He stood frozen, his posture gone slack, the hard lines of his face sagging into something unrecognizable. His hands shook — not just the gentle tremor of age, but a full-on tremble, visible from where I stood.

White said, taking his hand. More than a dozen of them were renowned doctors in Anchorage Base City. After Mike invited them to their seats, Dr. White looked at him and said. "Mr. Mike, I heard that you received this hidden injury when you fought against the White Lotus’ leader?" Dr. White asked, looking at Mike. "Yeah. I was severely injured in that battle," Mike replied. "Mr. Mike, could you please stretch out your hand and let me take your pulse." Mike stretched out his hand and Dr. White began to read his pulse.

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?

David Bryant, he’s friends with Mikali and Kurt. He’s a quick-witted guy, with lots of tattoos and piercings thought in his trooper uniform. He wasn’t wearing any of those piercings, and I could only see a hint of the tattoos on his neck. “An attack?" I furrowed my brow. “I didn’t hear anything,” I shrugged.