Mike X Ennard Novels & Stories

“Mike watched us. And now… he’s going to join us.” Paul’s mouth fell open. “Wait—Mike? Like, Uncle’s friend Mike? Are you serious?” Before he could spiral, the basement door creaked open upstairs. Heavy footsteps descended. Mike appeared at the bottom of the stairs, tall, tattooed, and radiating that calm, powerful energy that had wrecked me in the car. His eyes moved from me to Paul’s exposed cock still in my grip, and a slow, hungry grin spread across his face. “Well, well,” Mike rumbled, voice low and amused. “This the surprise?”

Mike wasn't a bit affected by Houston's words and continued striding toward Andrea's location. "Babe!" He said this, wrapping his hand around Andrea's waist. She shivered and smiled. "Mike, why are you here?" She asked. "I can't come to see you. Well, I thought someone poor was going to sweet talk you into leaving me," Mike had replied. Andrea laughed out loud, "C'mon, Mike, don't say that. This is Darls Collymore; he is the genius school hunk. I'm just asking for hot images of him for my new comics, but he seems to be hard to convince.

See you soon, Talia. Mr. X (offline).

"Why are you still sitting here? You should go with my brother. Didn't you hear what he said?" Ethan immediately picked up his things, followed Mike, and headed to their car. Once again, Mike's popularity skyrocketed. He signed a lot of advertising and music deals. Jewelry and fashion brands invite him to be their representative. ---- X City. Dennis Corporation. Mrs. Sam sits behind her desk. There was a sudden knock on the door. She speaks. "Come in." The door opened, and her secretary entered first, followed by Detective Bender, whom she hired to investigate a man named Mike and his relationship with Cindy a few weeks ago.

Mike laughed at the other line. "Oh, I see you are busy wiping someone's ass!" "What! That's over the lien Mike." "Enrico just flaunts his kids on live television and even shouts he is married." Mike exclaimed. "What!" Everlyn burst out in disbelief. She looks at her mother speechless. What news was that and when? Is it Kendra but how? "Hey, Evelyn! Are you there?" Mike knocks off on her reverie.

Instead of replying to his worst, Mike questioned Xander in return. "Shut it, Mike. Just focus on your damn work." "I'm doing that on-" "Then why the fuck hasn't she woken up yet?!" Xander stood up abruptly from his seat and seethed. A hint of dear could be seen in Mike's eyes but he tried his best to conceal it. "Xander, listen..." "No, no. Don't tell me to fucking listen. Just wake her up." His voice sounded broken at the last few words.

Nina ignored him and was about to leave when Mike said, “Miss Xiver, should I introduce myself to you? Mike asked with a soft smile. When he said that, Nina stopped walking and looked at Mike. “Mister, do I know you? She asked; she stared at his face; she was sure she had never seen him in her whole life. Mike smiled; his smile was dazzling. “Of course Miss Xiver doesn’t know me, but Miss Xiver, I know you and your son” He suddenly wanted to tease her with his puzzle conversation. Nina was stunned and looked at him suspiciously. “Who are you? Nina asked, suddenly in her alert mood.

Andrew nodded, ears and cheeks a beet red, "For the culture." Mike exhaled deeply, pouting in the most off-putting way. He just seemed to have a vibe that pissed everyone off, even when he was just being…himself? "Never!" He yelled out loud. "I've never gotten laid. Is that what you want to hear?!" "What?" I turned to Axel, surprised. Mike looked older than all of them, so why? Axel looked like he was going to pass out laughing. They probably already knew Andrew was going to troll Mike.

I looked at the sky, praying Mike would let me walk out of this place with dignity. “Enrique!” The crowd cheered. “Truth or dare?” Mike asked. “Dare.” Enrique smirked. Clever. I knew him enough to know he’d never choose the truth. Once he did, and that day, I learned how many women he’d slept with and how often he masturbated in a week. Yep, Mike is an asshole with all capitals with this game. “I knew you’d choose a dare, pal,” Mike drawled. “Hence, I crafted something special for you. Wear this until the game ends.”

He answered, and I heard someone groaning in the background. “Shut up, Mike. I’m on my phone,” Erden barked, his voice muffled. “Erden? Are you still torturing Mike?” I questioned. He shouldn’t do that. If we knew for sure what Mike did, we should hand him over to the police. His voice came back clearer. “Yes.” “Have you gotten anything out of him?” I whispered. “No. But I will.” He sighed. “Lyssandra, I’m busy. What do you want?”