Mikey Barone Novels & Stories

Mia's POV: “So, you ready for it?” Mikey asked. “I wouldn't be here if I wasn't,” Jackson said, confidently. “I like that. These are my guys; Shark and Speedy.” Mikey said introducing the people standing next to him. “Speedy is in the race. Shark helps me around so stuff goes according to plan.” Jackson shook Shark and Speedy’s hands. “It's nice to meet you. I hope we have a good race,” he said to Speedy.

I knew that it was close to impossible for anyone to help me find him with the limited information that I had…but still… I’m just not willing to give up. I can’t give up on him…even after all this time… “His name is Mikey. He’s roughly 7 or 8 years older than me so…right now he should be around 32 or 33 years old. He’s got auburn red hair and very beautiful green eyes…he’s kind and always takes care of me…” I tried my best to describe the person that I was looking for.

Dianna subsequently asked pointing at the buff barista behind me. “That guy?” I pointed at the same guy as if Dianna hadn’t pointed him out already. “Ahuh. That buff guy over there!” “That’s Mike, our new barista.” I replied and Dianna’s eyes seemed to twinkle under those thick eyelashes. “Oooooooh, Mike. Hmmmm. He be looking like a snack!” She was low-key squirming but then I had to cut her off. “He’s straight.” I whispered and I thought Dianna would be madly disappointed but she gave me a smirk instead.

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

toot He was getting some work done in his private room in his bar, he picked his phone up to call his fiancee but she beat him to it, and he heard her say funeral, his heartbeat raised even his blood pressure. Standing up from the bed he walked out of the three storey GLC bar, his bodyguards following suit. "I want my car in front of me in just 3min,else I'll f**king cut your body into pieces"Micah threatened his driver in a low menacing voice. "Okay s..sir" The driver voice shook heating the theat. 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 h

Mike looked around immediately he got to the rooftop where the connections were made to the down floor. All he wanted to do was to make sure the event is disrupted by the sudden secret reveal he would be making right at the heat of the event. Just as he thought, everywhere was tight with the security that lurked around. “Barbara!” Mike muttered under his breath as he clenched his fist. He couldn’t ascertain why Barbara never failed to be many steps ahead in her numerous plans. He walked away from the rooftop to devise another means to infiltrate the connection room.

And that was not something that I had to end, that is, of course, if we were to keep our reign up. “We are going to have to control them, Cosimo. They keep growing stronger, and if this proceeds, then they won’t only target Italy.” Mikhail, one of my Russian partners stated. Though human, the man was stronger than his kind. It was his recessive gene that took over in his case. He couldn’t shift despite being the son of two wolves. A shame for his bloodline. “As if you need to tell me what I already know.” I stated bluntly. The man shook his head at me, and I raised an eyebrow. “You doubt my word.”

this whole atmosphere, full of temptation, was getting me hot. It’s obvious what Stephanie went to do with that girl, and it’s obvious what people were doing on those tucked-away couches. I shouldn’t be here. Lorenzo could take it the wrong way. Maybe I should’ve answered his calls. He’s probably furious. Then my lowered eyes landed on a martini set right in front of my clutch on the bar. Beneath the gorgeous drink sat a small square of thick, dark-blue, linen-textured card. “Excuse me, I didn’t order this,” I called to the bartender.

Mike led us to a bar at the far end, directly opposite to the room Donovan and Jeremy were in. You could feel the bass from their side thumping through the wall. Separate worlds, separated by about twenty feet and a whole lot of money. Mike tapped slightly on the bar’s counter. The wood was dark, polished to a mirror shine. "Louis XIII," he said. The bartender didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. Just nodded like someone had ordered tap water. "Right away, sir."

Mia gazed at Timothy's stern expression and poked his chest. "Mr. Barrett, to be frank, the words I've said aren't exclusive to you. "At this point, it's possible that I've accumulated enough ex-boyfriends to populate the entire Nord City. If I'm to be held accountable for each one, Mr. Barrett, you'll simply have to wait your turn." "Mia Bowen!" "Sorry, I go by Mia Lane now, thank you very much," Mia retorted, standing up and adjusting her clothes.