Mike X Ennard Novels & Stories

one of the gentlemen said in a drawl. His friend smacked his shoulders loudly. “You're a selfish bastard, Mike. I'm surprised she didn't punch the life out of you.” “Me?” Mike laughed and took another swig. “Oh please. I'm happy to be single again, which means I can finally focus on my true love.” “True love? Who?” “Dude, you were cheating on Hannah?” “Nah.” Mike smiled. “My true love is N*****x.” “Punk!”

a simple answer, but Mike seems fulfilled. He nodded and wait until he goes. He opened his phone and launched the CAM application he is using from its launch. “Sam Ramos … this man is the top streamer?” he keeps on visiting his profile, but he knocks it off when a young lady calls his name from a decent distance. “Babe!” Mike immediately goes to her and maintains social distancing until they reach a motel nearby. Mike is a naughty twenty-three years old Civil Engineering senior. He always wanted new-- if he tastes it, he can throw it like a lollipop from his mouth.

He stated and then looked at the British girl. "I'm so sorry, Miss. You may get back to drinking your cocktail." He told her, and he turned his gaze to me. Then he was a surprised and looked at me intently. "DJ XCeed?" He asked me with wide eyes and excitement. How did he know me? I just gave him a confused look on my face, and he held out his hand for a shake. "My name's Wilson Hubert. Owner of this bar. I have seen you at The Knight's Club. That's you, right?" He introduced himself, then asked me ecstatically.

Mike offered cautiously. “When did they get to know each other?” William asked coldly. Mike scratched the back of his head, a little unsure. “Eason came by with a gift when Miss Xander’s studio first opened. But… before that, I don’t think they had any real connection.” “Don’t think?” Catching the cold look in William’s eyes, Mike immediately lowered his head. “I’ll arrange for someone to look into it thoroughly.” At that moment, Mr. Perry Sr., who had been dozing nearby, suddenly let out a chuckle.

asked Alexander. “No, Jax will reach the venue. We need to pick up Mike on our way. They want to help in case Maxwell’s family overpowers us,” said Ashton. Jax and Mike were their old batch mates in school. Alexander, being reserved and reclusive, hardly kept in touch, but Ashton never forgot his friends. He kept in touch with all of them who cared for him. Jax was a cop with the NYPD and Mike owned a real estate firm. So they picked up Mike, who was quite excited to be able to help an old friend get his girl. “Thanks for coming along, Mike. I owe you, man!” said Alexander.

My voice sounded wrong to my own ears — raw, stripped of everything I usually kept to myself. “By who?” Her lips parted. She was going to tell me. I could see it in the way her chest rose, in the reluctant honesty that flickered in her eyes. Then Mike had to open his fucking mouth and ruin everything. “Mr. Reynor.” He said. Polished. Practiced. He extended his hand like we were best of friends catching up, like he had every right to insert himself in the space between us. I looked at his hand. Then at his face. Then back at his hand. My jaw locked so hard I tasted something metallic at the sides of my jaw. I knew that if I touched him right now, I wouldn’t stop at a handshake. We’d both regr

Mike: com'n stop acting dumb Kayla, from the tone of your voice and the way you behave no one would ever believe my brother would fuck you dirty even to the point of a foursome,ykkkkk. His brother? Blake has been his brother all along? Me: who's Lynda? Mike: Lynda obviously is my girlfriend. I could feel tears slipping from my cheeks. Me:then why did you come to NY father's church acting all holy and good?why did you guys have to join me in your dirty things. Mike: Dirty things? girl you loved those dirty things,you would do anything to have yourself doing those dirty things. Me:well that's because you guys made me get addicted to it.

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“It’s iconic, right?” I nodded politely, though I wasn’t sure what to say. It wasn’t bad, just…different. I tried to remind myself that this was Mike— quirky, nerdy, and unapologetically himself. If I wanted to get through tonight, I’d have to embrace all of him, including the parts that didn’t quite align with my world. As we drove, he started cracking jokes. They were the kind of jokes that made you groan more than laugh, terribly constructed puns and over-explained punchlines.