Mike X Ennard Novels & Stories

"Yeah G, what's up?" It was Mike, the first buddy he made upon stepping foot in Cameroon. Mike was six feet, just like him, ebony in complexion. He always had his beards and hair reasonably short which made him look neat. He was also called the njoka master* and also, he was fun to be with. "G, Where you? You didn't show up in school today," Mike stated the obvious. "Man, I was gone. Had too much to drink last night, Mike laughed, "I know right, nonetheless, tonight's another night, boy. It's partey afta partey."

He frowned and tapped a button to transfer the call to the car’s speakers. “Xaden, there’s a protest forming right outside your house. They’re unhappy about… about Soraya’s candidacy as Luna.” Mike’s tone was tight, serious. I knew him to be the lawyer responsible for a lot of the pre information that Xaden has used to counter the council. He was also the person that set up the meetings that we’ve been going to. Invaluable man. I felt my stomach twist. The house…our abode…under protesting riots? Xaden’s knuckles whitened around the wheel. “Not happy? That’s putting it mildly,” he muttered, the words hard, clipped.

"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

But the raw alpha command in those words pressed down like a physical weight, heavy with power. Mike didn’t flinch immediately, he just glanced over his shoulder casually, as if he hadn’t just stepped into a territorial minefield. “Relax, Raynard,” he said easily, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “We were just talking. No harm done.” Raynard’s gaze flicked to me for half a second, long enough for me to see the storm raging in his eyes, the way his nostrils flared as if he could scent the lingering trace of Mike’s touch on my skin.

Turning to glare at him, Xavia then retorted, “Even if that isn’t the case, I’m above casual sexual relationships! The fact that all this stems from a lost bet makes it worse! Regardless, you’re Master Mike, correct? You seem rich and powerful… With that in mind, you could have any woman in the world, so why are you that intent on copulating with an ordinary woman like me? That aside, I’ll be eternally grateful to you if you let me go!” Truth be told, Mike really hadn’t expected Xavia to remain this calm after all that had happened. What a courageous girl… Whatever the case was, he simply sat on the table before scornfully looking at her as he replied, “True enough, I can get any woman I wan

well we are currently waiting on you", I replied. "Have you heard from Nicholas?" he asked backing me. "No I haven't, any problem?" I asked. "No, it's just that, we haven't spoken lately", he answered. "Maybe, it's as a result of tiredness", I replied. "Yeah, I believe so", he replied. "You can take your leave now, don't forget what I ask of you Mr. Xander", he said facing me. "I promise, I won't", I replied and stood up, we shook hands and I walked out of his office. Mr. Escobar Silverado. P.O.V. After Mr. Xander left, my mind drifted towards Mr. Michael, I felt so bad for what I did towards him. My conscience was pricking me, I looked at my phone, and the urge to call him was ve

We've gone to her concert countless time and I must commend her, she's a talented singer, she sings with passion, and the reason I love her more is that she doesn't allow her beautiful face, fame and richness to get into her head, she remains so humble. Knowing them is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Drake and Sophia are also getting along well, while Mike is still busy with his Casanova life, Austin doesn't have a girlfriend and I don't think he's ready to have one anytime soon. "Jennie, have more of this" Mike said and gave me more meat. "Thanks, buddy" I said excitedly. My phone rang which broke the silence. Rosa?. "Hey sis" I said and put the phone on the loudspeaker.

Mike cleared his throat to cut off Sarah, causing her to snicker. “Hey!!! He is a perfect specimen, and you can’t deny it." Mike nodded left and right with a downturned smile. "But the whole time, I had only this stupid image in my head. ‘A buffoon’s smiling face’ instead of the bartender!!!” she sounded a little frustrated as she let out a sigh. Mike’s breathing is off-rhythm. He bites his nails and kept repeating to himself. ‘Oh my god, Mike…keep your filthy mouth shut.’

Mike snorted and spoke with a hint of sarcasm. Previously, he could trust Alexander and calmly listen to his words. However, after everything that happened at the embassy, Mike started to feel anxious and doubted whether Alexander’s actions had meaning or if he could save Nick. “Watch your tongue, Mr. Corden!” Edward could not help but reprimand him. Still, Mike’s temper flared as he could no longer listen to anyone. He sneered at Edward and said, “Who gave you the right to judge me?! Yes, I lied to Alex before and made some mistakes, but you have no idea what I went through in there!

He's the roommate who fixes things around the house, and watching him grip a wrench makes me grip the countertop. Mike is the funny one. Twenty-six. Sandy blond, green eyes, a grin that's permanent and infectious. He's a bartender at the place downtown – the kind with craft cocktails and mood lighting – and he comes home at 2 AM smelling like bourbon and bad decisions. His body is lean and wiry, a skateboarder's build, with abs that appear when he stretches in the kitchen shirtless every morning while I pretend to read the news on my phone. He flirts with me constantly – casual, relentless, a hand on my waist when he slides past me in the hallway, a "looking good, roomie" when I come out of