Novelas y relatos de Mikey

Mickel retorted, "Are you sure you want to service me freely?" she asked, "Wait, I brought a gift for you" Mickel said, and he brought out a brand new Iphone xxmax, and he gave the new pack to her and said, "open the pack and see what Is Inside"

He arched his brow, and the muttered complaints all stopped. “I didn’t think you would.” He chuckled. “Alright, this way.” He smiled as he led us into an exam room. “Nice to meet you, Shikoba. I’m Mikali Hamilton, we’ve not formally met, but I’ve seen you around when I’ve had to bring Luna Aurelia to Kinsley or Silvercloud.” He smiled. “Go ahead and sit, and I’ll take care of your jaw.”

Taking out the keys from her pocket; she glanced at him once, moving the key as the click sound made its way to her ears; he was staring right back at her and she knew it; smiling to herself, she turned around and started walking. . " he is looking at you, " Azora whispered as Maya's eyebrows joined together in confusion; they were in between a very boring but important topic; Boring because Maya could not understand a word of it. " Who? " she whispered back as Azora gestured with her eyes for her to look behind; Maya was playing with her pen and at the same time it dropped on the floor. she bend to pick it but she saw a small smiley made on the floor with colorful chalk.

Mikey curses and looks around but I guess the coast is clear because he slips in and closes the door behind him, "I need you to make my face bleed somehow. Punch me hard." "What?" He asks, looking at me like I'm the biggest weirdo. Mikey is the slowest one, but he always does what I ask, "Fine, I guess..." He gets his fist ready and I brace myself, but right before he goes to punch me, he stops and grabs his rifle. "I think this is going to be easier," he says and takes it off the sling. I don't think he wants to shoot me, so I lift an eyebrow as I watch him turn it around to hit me with the back of it, "Bring your face closer."

I waited in the dark parking lot of our school for ten minutes before I saw the headlights that turned toward me. Steve and Mike climbed out of a truck and walked to where I was leaning against my Jeep. They were too relaxed to suspect anything. “Hey, man, this is going to be awesome,” Mike said and blew on his hands and put them under his arms against the cold. I smiled as I looked at them and lifted my hands. “I command from the gods, the righteous path to unfold. Rjóðr eldr.” The red flames formed in my hands and it glowed eerily in the dark.

from Cayden. “Cayden, call Alpha Connor and let him know what’s going on and to be on alert. Let him know that if need be, some of trackers and warriors may be crossing into pack lands and they’ll be coming in hot if they do, so there may not be time to send up a howl for permission.” Alpha Connor is the Alpha of the Midnight River Pack and our neighbor to the south. However, our packs don’t sit right up against each other as there is a “no man’s land”—land that isn’t owned by either pack—between the two that is several miles wide. I had already called him earlier when I got back to the pack house after meeting with my parents, so hopefully, he’s already had his own patrols on the lookout.

They were already outside waiting to be introduced and follow us. I walked closer and introduced them. “This is Mikey and Hals. Mikey is going to be Leon’s bodyguard, and Hals is going to be your bodyguard from here on forward,” I told Ariella. Leon bounced up to Mikey, putting his hand forward proudly. “Hello, Mikey! You’re going to be my guard. You and I are going to have a great time shopping and eating ice cream.” Mikey, who was twenty-one, had been sworn in our world when he was sixteen. He was sharp, dependable, and still young

“You heard me. I need you grounded, not performing for the floor.” I slipped them off quietly, placing them by the door. The tiles were cold under my feet. “Good. Now stand straight. Not stiff, just… aware.” He finally looked at me, eyes scanning me over, not in a judging way, but in a way that made me suddenly conscious of my shoulders, my arms, the way I was breathing. ‘My name is Smith young, I’d be your coach on your vocal trainings. You can call me coach Smith.’ He ended his introduction with a smile that was not too cold nor too friendly. But he made sure it made me comfortable and it worked.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

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.”