Mikey Barone Novels & Stories

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.

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

"Michael. But you can call me Mikey." "Mikey, how fitting," he said, his goofy grin still present. "Oh and this amazing person next to me is going to be the next Bill Gates, I'm sure of it!" "Shut up, you turd," his friend yelled, hitting him in the head. Then he looked at him and gave a small smile. "Eric." And from that moment, Mikey knew that Anton Emma was something. He would be the key to reaching his goal in football.

Three rings, and he answers. "Marco," "Yes, Boss?" "Can you look up Peter Barone? I believe he's somehow related to the Barone Family." I hear the tapping of Marco's keyboard. It doesn't take long. "Boss, I think I figured out who he is. If this information is correct, Peter Barone is the late son of Carlo Barone. It says he was shot and killed in cold blood in 2005." "Shit," I mumble.

Walking into Johnny’s I noticed that Mike Doyle was working the bar tonight. Mike was someone I went to high school with. He was two years ahead of me but he and Dustin were friends, so we had always hung out together. He was a good guy. A little on the immature side, thought himself a heartbreaker, but he has a good heart. I walked over to the bar first before finding everyone else. Good ole’ pineapple juice and Malibu to relieve the tension. As I reached the bar, Mike had my drink ready and was resting it on the empty stool ahead of me.

Trying as she could to act normal like the rest of the guests for the past five minutes since coming into the hall, something in the back of her mind screamed she didn't belong there. Across the room, Mikey shook hands and talked with a group of people. He looked relaxed, seemingly in his element, an easy smile making his extraordinarily handsome face even more gorgeous. His blue suit and matching bow tie did a great job at selling out an image of a rich kid just like the other guests. Selena felt both nervous and offended that he had left her there all alone in favor of the company of celebrities and other wealthy guests, however, when he greeted a guest who seemed to be his friend, he turn

It hit home so hard. "How is it?" "Haven't had something so tasty in a while." Mikai smiled, the first-prize award kind of smile. "How many of you are here?" Sean couldn't help but ask. "Four," Mikai served himself. "You've met me, the best cook of all times, and Andrei, the barber. Lev's the party animal. He's on a mission at the moment. And Vadim, the...no nonsense-ever-so-competitive perfectionist. He's in the shooting range as we speak. Been locked up in there for the past five hours."

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.

Her eyes weren't teary but she would burst into tears at any slight of provocation. Maximo Santino was there but he stand out. Why? Because he's the Boss. Because he's the peak, because he's the Sky, because he's the lifeline of masses. The Italian Mafia Boss himself. He was dressed in his normal dressing code. A White shirt and a Black pant trouser. A complete suit but he never button up the shirt. The tops button was left undone to reveal his solid chest and makes him more sexier. He was smoking his cigar gingerly but passed it to Marco who stood behind him as Iris Drew nearer. He's breathtakingly beautiful and elegant. Captivating and alluring. As Iris drew nearer to him, she couldn't hel

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.