Mike Wheeler X Reader Novels & Stories

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.

At that time, he had read everything, but only to ensure that he had signed the correct file. Mike smirked slyly, pulling out the Desert Eagle hidden in the wheelchair, examining both sides of the grip engraved with the symbols of the two organizations as a sign that they were working together. He understood now and could read what was on his wife’s mind. "I told you, run as far as you can, Ji. Even in hell, you'll find me waiting at the gates," Mike muttered, then put the gun back and pressed the button, so that the wheelchair moved to the large window in his room. "See you in the spring, Ji. Or if not, it's okay if you come back in the third fall. I'll still be waiting for you."

Because he’d guessed the real answer without being told. Rory pointed at me. “Overwhelmed? She was overwhelmed by being a secret fan.” “I am not a secret fan,” I snapped automatically. Rory lifted the magazine cover with Jace’s face on it. “You have evidence.” Micah finally glanced up from the book, calm as always. “This is… a lot.” I pointed a finger at him. “Why are you reading my book.” Micah held it up slightly. “It’s good.” “That’s not the point,” I said.

My fingers tightly gripped the canvas straps of my thrifted duffel bag, the faded fabric a stark contrast to the pristine, stitched leather beneath me. ​"You're going to burn a hole through the glass if you keep staring at it like that," a low, gravelly voice cut through the hum of the engine. ​I didn't turn my head. I didn't need to. I could see his reflection in the window—the sharp, arrogant line of his jawline, now marred by a faint, fading purple bruise from the industrial warehouse brawl. Michael "Mike" Weller. Nineteen years old, standing at a towering six-foot-three, with a mop of golden blonde hair that looked effortlessly styled even when he'd just rolled out of bed. He wore a simp

The others could last for hours before I got rid of them, which was why I preferred Snake to anyone else. I snuck into Viper’s office. He’d kill me if he found me here, but something about the badly beaten biker had me curious. Viper had been in a foul mood lately. His deals hadn’t gone the way he planned, and his goods weren’t getting delivered. I knew what that meant, but did this mean that there was someone else out there, trying to put a stop to them? If so, I had to help! I logged onto his computer – he hadn’t changed his login and password since I was 15! – and what I found had my insides turning. They were trying to frame another MC – The Wolf Riders – for their crimes because the fed

Laila groans looking at Xavier and Mike as they both shrug. Laila looked at her computer as the story everyone was arguing about was being displayed on it because she was reading it. “Well Sodhaevil let’s hope the story ends well so everyone can be happy”Laila sighs resting her head on the desk. “Can I send you a writer's books for you to review”Mike grins,Laila responded by stretching her right hand up in the air. “I guess that’s a no”Mike rolled his eyes before continuing working on his computer.

TO MY LOYAL READERS, FEW OF THE MANY, I SEE YOU NICHEEKA SMITH, OLIVE MORRIS, ADUNNI ADE, GYPSY, AND TO THE ONE PERSON WHO HAD BREATHED, LIVED AND FOLLOWED EVERY CHAPTER I WROTE… TANNERLOLLY. I LOVE Y’ALL. HUNTER’S POV

Enter then Mike deeply exhales and smiles he then imaging Alice saying these words while she's alive after reading the first he flips to the next page but turns out there is no text he keeps on flipping until the page goes to the center of the book and he found there. "Hi, there you reading this please tell my love, Mike, that I want to live more but I can't if the creator will get me then it's my time if you reading this doesn't matter who you are or if this is you Mike you know how much I love you right? but it seems these days I can't able to handle this to live more I'm giving birth of Augustine then I know what will going to happen next and yes, I his this from you I already know what w

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

My voice did not shake. The man tilted his head. He didn't have a face, just a shifting darkness where his features should be. "You can call me the Reader," he said. His voice sounded like paper rubbing together. "I am the one who pays for the ink. I am the one who decides if your story ends here or keeps going." Bryan stepped in front of me, his hand on his pistol. "He’s another code, Hazel. Don’t listen to him." The Reader laughed. It was a dry, thin sound. "A copy thinks he has a choice. How cute."