Mikey Schmidt Novels & Stories

Mike was awake. LMCD22

But that doesn’t mean I enjoy his long hours of training and having him as my father’s number one go-to person. I hurriedly close my locker door and rush outside. I don’t need to check my phone because I know that Mikey will be standing there waiting for me. I stopped running and relax as I see the familiar shade of maroon at the left side of the school’s gate—the color of Mikey’s truck. Mikey spotted me first and smiled at me as he slowly walked toward me. How can you not love this guy? Imagine his black clean-cut hair slicked back, Eyes covered with those sexy Top Gun Ray Ban glasses as his white T-shirt hugs every inched of this muscled body.

As a member of the Discipline Pack, she wasn't about to show anywhere here weakness. "Skye Austin, Independence Pack." She sat two seats down from me. Her face paled, as she closed her eyes for a second. For a moment, I am shocked that Malik has sent home such a naturally beautiful girl like her. She sung with radiance, and would have made a Luna that everyone would be proud of. Clearly, Malik just didn't see something in her, that he found necessary. I watch Malik take another visibly deep breath. "Demi Lilz, Harmony Pack."

The cold hit me like a slap to the face, but I didn’t slow down. Mikey was already being loaded into a black SUV by one of Rachel’s men. "Oliver, the car!" I shouted, pointing toward the vehicle at the far end of the lot. Oliver sprinted ahead, moving faster than I thought possible. He reached the SUV just as the door slammed shut, yanking it open before the driver could pull away. With one swift motion, he pulled Mikey out and cradled him protectively, glaring at the henchman, who looked as if he was about to protest.

I wore a real smile that evening since I had good news for Damon. My Uncle had sent me a message. I had been invited to start my training at the Silver Sword Academy. I couldn't wait to let Damon hear it. Even my mom hadn't found out yet. With my eyes still shut, I stomped my right foot on the ground, the left partially in the air, still trying to get his attention. I was this clingy, funny girlfriend of his. We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him.

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

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.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

I kept the postcard in my bag. I can't wait for him to have a sibling. I'm six months along yet again and up for a very long vacation. He is already looking forward to it. This time, we are waiting to be surprised. I'm hoping Linc didn't beat me to it. But if he did, I'll probably know before the little one comes along. Mikey scored a job at a mechanical company thanks to aunt Leanna trying to prove not all the Bancrofts are monsters. He lives in New York and is dating a sweet girl. I'm waiting for the wedding.