Mikey Berzatto 소설 & 이야기

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

The fragile peace they’d been living in for the past week and a half felt like thin ice—beautiful on the surface, but ready to crack with one wrong step. “Yo, boss lady,” Mikey called from across the bay, his voice cracking with that awkward teenage enthusiasm. The nineteen-year-old prospect was sprawled dramatically across a workbench, pretending to fan himself with an oily rag. “If you keep making these bikes sound like angry demons, I’m gonna start thinking you sold your soul to the devil. Or worse—Reaper’s dick.”

“And that person who thinks of how precious and priceless you are. This person is what we needed and you are merely a tool to bring him to me.” Mikey. I know that they had been trying to hunt Mikey down so seeing her here, standing in front was a surprise,e a surprise. I know that they were after us, no., and I know that we are not yet and that we still have a long day to go. “I got to admit it but you’re good you are a good bait,” she says as she continues to eye on the side. “Never knew I was a charmer,” I replied, as I gave her the same arrogance that she had given me. I will never bow down to anyone, I refuse.

"I'm sorry. It's just that -- " "It's okay," he interrupted, then grinned, still eyeing the road. "Maybe this is payback for missing your own graduation," then he snickered like a dork. This was what I loved about Mike - great minds think alike. Michelangelo, or Mike as he liked to be called, was of Italian descent: broad shoulders, muscular, tan skin, dark brown hair styled in a buzz cut and his eyes, damn those light brown eyes that could make any girl weak in the knees! And let's not forget his cool tattoos on his left arm and collarbone.

Seb bowed his head and backed away. I turned around to see the most beautiful human I have ever seen in my life standing behind me, his dark green eyes staring down at me. My heart started pounding in my test, and something was drawing me to him . he held out his hand, "Hi, I'm Braxton Lykos."

Man, what a happy past . "Mirchan? What are you thinking?" Mikey asked me. "Nothing. Just a happy memory of mine." I answer him. He eats taiyaki here at the shrine. "You? What are you thinking?" "Hm? Oh .. I'm thinking about her." Mikey replied. "Man, who? Which of the two?" I asked him. "Her." he replied. I gasped. Jeez, can't believe he's not yet over with Yen.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

Bridget just stared at me. She placed her hands on the desk. "You want to be Luna, huh?" She let out a scoff of a laugh. "Okay. Okay Crystal, be the freaking Luna. All I've been trying to do is protect you like Tristan would have wanted but go ahead, shove your face and title to a pack that hates you. All the freaking best with that." I fought to keep my chin up. Anything it takes, right? "Uhm guys?" Mikey spoke up. I turned around and saw him holding his phone, staring at something on it.

Eleni “Thank you,” Mikey, one of Dante’s older capos, says in his gravelly voice. “I know Dante’s been pulling things together for a couple weeks now, but it didn’t feel right starting things up again without toasting the kid.” I swallow against a lump in my throat and glance at one of the pictures of Seb hung in the room. “I know what you mean. And thank you for your help out here.” He raises a glass. “Hey, I’ll take the credit, but most of it belongs to my Adrianna.”