Mikey Novels & Stories

She just outshined every woman in the state of Montana. “Who are you?” His question was meant to be gentle but they came out as an angry ogre. She laughed at his question. The first chord of that sweet laugh was now trapped in Killian’s mind and heart. Slowly she stood up and walked towards him. She was within four steps of him and her scent was intoxicating. It was vanilla and a fruit he has yet to identify. Up close she was perfection in his eyes. Unconsciously he stepped forward wanting to be close to her for some reason. The pain, the memories none of it was on his mind. His sole focus was on her. “Name’s Mikel Rysdale. You can call me Mik for short.”

Then standing up and shaking Matthews hand. Mikey turned to me and said "Who's this beautiful lady?" Matthew clenched his jaw and said "This is Ali Dream. She's My P.A, so back off." Mikey put his hands up and said "Just asking." Mikey is probably just like Matthew. Their both friends, so I'm just gonna assume that their alike. Then again... maybe not, I mean Mikey doesn't really look like a typical rich guy right now. Instead of a suit, he's using a white v-neck t-shirt and dark jeans.

She could’ve made it to the door unnoticed if they were humans, Kimberly thought to herself feeling slightly annoyed. “Sweetie, I know you must be hungry. I made…” “I need some fresh air.” Kimberly said, cutting her off. This made Christine really sad, Kimberly could see it. She was a bit touched and had wanted to immediately apologize, but she had to keep up her act. “O-okay. Go ahead.” Christine quietly said and turned around, returning back to the kitchen. # “Hello?” Alan answered his phone after two rings. “Hello, beta Alan. This is beta Donald from the white moon pack.”

I said. “Any friend of Garren’s is a friend of ours,” Mildred said. Her black hair was pulled back into tight braids. Her skin was dark and free from any scars Her left ear pierced like Garren’s. Her grey eyes swirled with flakes of gold. “We look forward to tracking down Ryuu for you. So incredible that you got to meet her.” Hunter said. He was just as tall as Garren, but he wasn’t as built. His hair was completely shaved, and a tattoo of a dragon skull went up the side of his head. Scars painted his honey skin like tattoos. I noticed his left ear was also pierced. It must be some kind of form of honour once you are accepted as a warrior.

Mig! Miguel !!!! 🥺 Stapsy ❣️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭 . . . . To be continued

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

I thought. “Thank you, Mythi. You girls take care too. And tell your unnie to chill and smile sometimes.” Blue chuckles. Then he turns to me. “See you when I see you, Hawkeye. I need to go now.” “See you. Take care.” I say and Blue walks away from us. I turn to Mythi, I guess. “Hello. I’m Miko.” “Hello, Miko-oppa? You’re older than me, right?” She asks.

Reyna had been enjoying her time alone in the lounge watching the moon and the stars and everything else that was there to see in the forest but then a sting of rage snapped right against her skin and she winced, she turned head around and was surprised to see Mikey walking over the lounge with a can of beer in his hands. She didn’t know why he was so angry and depressed but she couldn’t just leave - like it would be so rude of her to stand up and leave while he was coming to seat and relax here - another zap of self-loathing whipped against her skin and she gritted her teeth, hot dang he was making it impossible for her to ignore him.

She stared at him, no response to his comment. "What do you want Mikey?" She asked, arching her perfectly plucked brows. He wished she would stop calling him that. He was seven-teen years old now. Not a little kid, which is when the nickname Mikey came up. Mike bit into an apple that he had in his right hand, smiling as he chewed. What he was about to tell Brooke would change her attitude quickly. It was something they both could be very happy about. Brooke waited impatiently for him to swallow, her pointy narrow nose wriggling in frustration.

I pulled out my phone and messaged Keith. "What was that about?" I sent. "Mikey was at the gym earlier, he is on to us haha." He responds with a laughing emoji. "Is that going to be a problem for you?" I ask. "No, he is one of my best friends up here. He says he likes you too, so if I am happy then its like 2 Christmas's for him." Keith replies. "Ok, I have to go get back on drop so I will see you in a little bit." I tell him as dispatch radios for me to replace another guard.