Mikey Mcr Novels & Stories

I smiled. The spiked brown hair guy with the pierced ears was the next one to shake my hand. He told me his name was Mikey, again I stared at his perfect chiselled face, like why was all of Mitch's friends so hot? I already looked like Shrek compared to Cassie and Cherry, now I had to look like the Predator against these three stupidly hot people.

Eli said. "I agree, no more shop talk at the dinner table. Let us enjoy our meal," Luna Marigold said. "So what are the plans for Zach and the boys? Have any of you met your mates yet?" Riley asked. Zachary answered, giving Riley a cheeky smile,"No mates for us yet. Until anyone is marked, we're still on the market for the perfect Lunas. Our sister here still hasn't met her mate either. She may be forced to pick a chosen as she is reaching Eli's age. I just turned 21, and the twins are still 19. I have some training left to do before I take over," he finished with a wink.

With my hands on each side of my mouth to amplify my voice. Fuck me. A few head turns. Someone snickers. I don't know if he heard me. God, I hope he didn't.

Maybe I really should have woken up earlier. ***** LMCD22

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.”

Imogen This club/bar is really something else. We got picked up by the limo and a driver who calls himself Mikey Mike. Cute. Actually, he was such a sweetheart like a gentle giant with his bald head, gold hoop earring in his left ear and broad body but with the largest toothy grin you could possibly imagine. He held the door open for us and made sure Autumn and I were comfortable before driving off. Mikey Mike pointed out there was champagne on ice and some snacks if we fancied them.

“Do I look like I’m kidding? Give me the mic and tape, and I will tape it on her.” Fine.” Mikey says as he opens the suitcase and pulls everything out. True to his word, Bryce tapes the mic to my chest and makes sure that no one sees me with my shirt open. Once my shirt is closed, Mikey walks around to make sure that you can’t see any traces of the mic. Then he steps close to me and speaks down into the mic. “Testing, can you hear me?” Mikey and I both have an earpiece in our ears. My hair covers mine, and I hear “good to go.”

I could resemble a lobster. Dammit, Mikey.

Mike only wishes this nightmare will come to an end. -------------

he replied, already starting the engine. As we drove, I leaned my head back against the seat, letting my eyes close for a moment. The high was still there, my senses were still sharp, buzzing, and I still felt so much alive under my skin. Everything felt clearer, faster, and more possible. I wished the cocaine in my system at that moment didn’t ever wear off. ‘This is like 5 kilometers away from your home, boss.’ ‘That’s right.’ ‘We’re there now.’ Williams informed.