Mikey Novels & Stories

he says, tossing the page away. He eyes me curiously, and when I catch a certain scent, I grimace instantly. Sure enough Mikey pops out somewhere in the back, seemingly from a hole in the ground. He dashes to me in an instant. Like usual, he’s not wearing the standard suit the males in my family do. He’s got on a t-shirt that’s so worn it has a few scattered holes, and jeans equally old that are slung so low on his hips a female would be drooling over his skin on display. His body is a swarm of random tattoos and scars he wears with pride. Though none are on his face and glaringly obvious like mine. I instantly try to come up with a reason for being here right

This was not just an alpha and beta conversation, this was a friend's conversation. “She’s emotional,” he added. “This, this whole plan hinges on a girl who doesn’t even know who she really is.” “She knows enough,” I snapped, though even I heard the hollow edge in my tone. “She knows what I want her to know.” “She’s been pampered,” Mikhail pressed. “Isolated. Sheltered. She’s playing a dangerous game, and you’re wagering everything on her winning.” I poured myself a drink, ignoring the tremble in my fingers as I brought the glass to my lips. “She’s more capable than you think.”

She quickly ducked behind Miranda, peeking out with wide, curious eyes. Mike’s expression softened. For a moment, he was completely taken aback. Mia looked like a little angel. Miranda gently took Mia’s hand and led her forward. “Mia, this is Uncle Mike. Say hello.” “Hello, Uncle Mike,” Mia said in her sweet, careful voice, tipping her chin up as she studied him. Mike smiled and knelt down so he was at her level. “Hi there. I’m Mike Lloyd, a friend of your mom’s.”

Mia's POV: “So, you ready for it?” Mikey asked. “I wouldn't be here if I wasn't,” Jackson said, confidently. “I like that. These are my guys; Shark and Speedy.” Mikey said introducing the people standing next to him. “Speedy is in the race. Shark helps me around so stuff goes according to plan.” Jackson shook Shark and Speedy’s hands. “It's nice to meet you. I hope we have a good race,” he said to Speedy.

I have to save …. “The Alpha has done it again.” I felt a tingle as something touched my thigh. I motioned towards my thigh, wondering what it could be to be able to have such soft skin like a human hand. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I spotted Jimmy’s head next to me. “Any member of the Moon Hound Pack is an enemy even if he/she is as weak as a scout. The assassin who learned the art of Tai might still be among us for all I know, thanks to General Kyle.” Ryu’s voice deepened.

Lorenzo: She came out later than expected. The city lights threw thin gold lines across the glass walls of the firm, catching the edge of her dark coat as she hurried down the steps. Maxine Lewis, lawyer, spy, the fragile thread that tied my sister’s scheme to the Alpha’s house. Though she was not the only one, I will admit that I still find myself impressed by my sister’s influence, she was the most useful to me. I was waiting beside the car, hands in my pockets.

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

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Suddenly missing my Gucci guy I decided to text him. Hey you. I'm at my shrink, still got a couple of minutes to spare. Just thought I text you. Miss U. *Lori His reply came seconds later. Hey baby, I'm about to board. Will text later after I arrive in a couple of hours. Miss U too. *James

Especially in the hospital where she could do some damage. “I was thirteen years old and we were living in a small town in Iowa.” She started to tell me a story and I just held her as she spoke. “I had a really good friend name, Meka. We were always together. Then Mika met this older boy who filled her head with all kinds of crap. He was seventeen years old. I knew all he wanted from her was to sleep with her, but no matter how many times I tried to tell her. She just didn’t listen to me. He had her completely brainwashed.” “Did Meka know what you were capable of?” I asked her.