Mike Wheeler Novels & Stories

His presence was like a boulder in a stream—commanding, unyielding, and utterly surprising. Her steps quickened, disbelief giving way to a smile that split her face wide. "Mike! What are you doing here in Denver, at the Coliseum of all places?" He met her halfway, a familiar grin stretching across his face. "I'm here with the Omaha Cattlemen. We've got a Wild West Indoor Football matchup against the Colorado Cannibals," he explained, his voice deep and resonant, stirring up a whirlwind of nostalgia. "Came in early—owner's idea. Thinks you and I can help each other out."

Travis Maybe this was a bad idea hosting the game while Kaylee and her friends used the pool , I wish I didn't notice that a particular girl barley legal has on a thong bikini I also don't like the way the guys are looking at her ,or how I am looking at her as she laughs with a boy I don't recognise is he her boyfriend?. "I don't remember high school girls looking like that while i was in high school " Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for.

"I'll take you on!" Waldo sat on a beach chair, watching Sheldon charging toward him. He sneered. "You want to take me on? Trash! Someone go stab him. Tie him to a stone, and throw him into the sea!" Mike stepped forward. He wore a sinister smile as he swiftly drew a gleaming short dagger from his lower back. He poised to thrust it into Sheldon's chest. In that split second... A large spray of fine sand grains came whistling from a distance, making a dull thud in the air. It showered down on Mike's head, causing him to lose balance instantly. He stumbled forward, ending up face-first in the sand.

“Mike you’re insane!” “We ain’t done yet, Rusty,” Mike exhales, giving his younger co-pilot a small grin of encouragement before turning to refocus his attention on a pin prick of light at the end of the dark tunnel. “Let’s hope the bastards think that the last one got us. Hold on,” the tough old soldier calls back, “This tunnel gets real skinny. I never brought a copter but don’t worry Alpha, Luna,” his words are deep, solemn, part promise, part prayer as he swears, “I’ll get you there.”

He whistles as he looks around. “What would it take to swap offices for a day?” “You admitting I’m the handsome one.” I smirk. “Fuck you. Pigs will fly before that happens.” He grins. Mike is like a brother. We’ve been close since childhood—same schools, same circles. We joked about our first sexual experiences, played wingman for each other. While I prepared to take over my father’s company, Mike chased his dream of becoming an FBI agent. He’s been there for me through everything—especially after the accident. He’s the only one who knows the full truth about my father’s condition. He’s also the lead investigator on the case.

Amazing the things one can gather from discarded vacuum bags from a medical building or three. When Mike was in the elevator he took the gloves off and pocketed them. He returned the Lexus later that day, at the airport. He slept part of that night in terminal one, Southwest, and the rest of the night in terminal seven, United. He changed clothes in bathrooms in both terminals. On Friday he rented a car and went back to the gun shop and picked up the 9mm purchased with the credit card of Jack Williams of Canoga Park. The gun shop was eighty miles from the Hilton.

"He would rather leave my wolf and the pups to freeze in the northern drifts just to keep his title clean. There was nothing wrong with his play from a captain's point of view." Mike tapped his own muzzle with his glove. "I better keep my jaw closed about his roster spot. The more I talk about his line, the more your wolf wants to tear his throat out." "My hatred for his jersey is a permanent fixture of this territory, Mike. It doesn't shift based on your commentary." "Got it. Drop your eyes. I’ll wake your line when the runners hit the cabin yard." That evening down in Mysticfall, Tyler Dawson entered the stone arch of the Lube mansion, bringing the raw news of Charles Whitaker’s sudden ter

He had put her there. Years ago, in desperation, in weakness, he had forged a quiet alliance with Valerian—a secret exchange of information, power for protection. He had fed the Night Walker king pieces of Blood Moon intelligence in return for peace, autonomy, safety for his lands. At the time, he convinced himself it was the only way to preserve his family. To keep his sons out of war. To keep Serena out of danger.

he would be better, much better than Elen, and Jessy wouldn't have any worries in life! Maybe there was still a chance? Jessica was also stated to be a victim after Jason and Jerry and had a bit of power if he could convince her...! It was unknown whether it was because of the euphoria or anything but Mike managed to break away from the police to their shock, of course, he was able to even with suppressors, as expected of a really strong alpha! It was unsightly that he had already wasted his life opportunities. Mike fell on his knee in agony while holding real tight to Jessica's dress and pleading hysterically while crying like a baby, he didn't really care at all about his reputation.

My name on the passport was Adam Phelps. "What's your name?" I asked Mike, and he grinned at me. "Eddie Willis," He said, and we both laughed. Mia's name was Kathrine, and Wiley's name was Wiley, but his surname was Beams instead Rivers. Before we set out on the mission in our various vehicles, I decided to talk to them.