Mike X Ennard Mga Nobela at Kwento

He told me in a gentle, warm voice, “My darling, I am here beside you now and I will do my best to make up for the time I lost.” Mike’s warm voice, blended with guitar chords, interrupted our conversation. He was singing the song with lyrics written by me. The first song he dedicated to me the night we were at the restaurant. “Does Mike sing?” a stunned Andy asked me. “He sings better than I imagined, he’s super good. He clearly needs to get up and delight people. I love this song. It’s charming.”

If you really want to redeem, tell me who transferred the money to you. Mike hemmed and hawed for a long time, but still couldn't say a word. 'What's wrong? You don't want to tell us? Or were you coerced?' Mike shook his head. His words caused Cassie to frown. 'I don't know who he is.' 'Do you know what he looks like?' Mike paused for a moment and slowly said, 'He is quite handsome. He seems gentle, but his eyes are indifferent. Most importantly...there is a very small butterfly-shaped pink scar on his eyebrow.'

Xavier shrugs his shoulders, “What do you think? I have to work to survive. Work less, Rich less.” Mike scoffed with an eye roll, “If someone like you- Xavier Huston, the only heir of the Huston Holdings, can say that…Then, what stops me?” Mike added closing the file, Xavier chuckles. “okay, I will go ahead and prepare for the week, Excuse me,” Mike said and was about to leave when he stopped at the door way and turned. “Oh Yeah, it was your bike rearview I broke. The new limited edition you just got from LA..to be precise….” Mike mumbled almost like a whisper but Xavier heard him loud and clear.

Thankfully, my parents were no longer there. “I’m sorry I was late. Mommy had some things to do,” I smiled, before I looked back to his visitor. “Elon, this is my friend Mike. He wanted to see you so I brough him.” “Hi there, buddy.” Mike waved his hand to Elon and smiled. “You’re a doctor?” Mike nodded. “Yup. I work around here.” “Cool.” Elon commented. “Do you want apples?” “You sure have a good son, Eleanor. He takes after you.” Mike whispered, before he winked at me. I just smiled, before my eyes went to Damian, whose face looked stoic.

Both of them turned their heads toward me, their expressions instantly hardening as they looked me up and down with an unhidden, deep-seated annoyance. Mike, who was twenty-four years old, was the epitome of raw, intimidating masculinity. He was exceptionally tall, broad-shouldered, and possessed a heavily muscled physique that he worked hard to maintain. The moment he registered my presence, he let out a sharp, irritated breath and rolled his dark eyes toward the ceiling. “Great. Just great. She’s finally crawled out of her hole,” he muttered bitterly, making absolutely no effort to lower his voice, ensuring his hostile words cut straight through the quiet room so I would hear them perfectl

Damien commanded, his voice like cracking ice. ​Aiden sat up, rubbing his eyes. "You're back early. What's wrong?" ​"What's wrong?" Damien walked over and threw a tablet onto the bed. It was a tabloid site with a blurry but recognizable photo of Aiden and Mike talking in the corner of the club. "Who is he, Aiden?" ​"He's just a guy I met in Monaco! His name is Mike," Aiden said, his own temper beginning to flare. "We were just talking!"

After giving Finn a quick reminder, Mike smirked and told him to wait outside. Then, straightening his collar with a calm, confident air, he cleared his throat and stepped into the room. "Everyone, may I have your attention for a moment? I have something to announce," Mike called out, his voice carrying easily across the space. Once he was certain all eyes-including Annie's-were on him, he continued in a bold, theatrical tone. "Today, my friend, the CEO of a very well-known company-you've definitely heard of it-Company X happens to be in the area."

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

Because he was the only human who was insane and trying to heal. Mike first appeared to have a psychopathic streak when he was in junior high school. At that time, Mike stabbed a classmate using a sharpened pencil, and the victim died. Mike was even detained in a juvenile prison that only held Mike for a week. After that, Mike was taken to a psychiatrist to do a series of treatments; unfortunately, instead of increasing, Mike's body was out of control.

Micah Collin twenty eight years old, CEO of Mitech and CEO of codds Architectural Enterprise, slim, tall and muscular, his hair black and packed into a bun, green eyes and a scar at the side of his ear. Hot, sexy and handsome Micah is the eldest of his friends Zone, he, Xander and James are best friend which infuriated him to know his best friend told his best person in the world to die. "I'll fucking kill you myself'Micah cursed, the driver drove speeding towards him Micah anger rose again as he got into the car. "I'll still have your head cut off jakub, Trace Sasha cellphone, find out where she is, and you to the Mack securities"Micah yelled.