Mikey Schmidt Novels & Stories

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."

Not that it ever was. We were waiting on Mikey Two-Times. Real nervous punk. Used to run money and drops for Damien before the whole Rossi operation started hiding in the shadows. Mikey wasn’t smart. Wasn’t loyal either. He was the type to crack under pressure, and that’s exactly what we needed. It was past two when he finally showed. Scrawny, hoodie up, eyes darting like he already knew he was being hunted. He stepped out the club, alone, walking fast down the sidewalk, head down. Like that would save him.

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 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.

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 do. Why? Did he take the cooks with him too?” Mikey snickered and stepped into the room. He was young, that was clear, but he was also really shy compared to the other guys I’d met in Killian’s crew so far. His cheeks reddened as he said, “Look, I have time to kill tonight before they get back, and I want to do something nice for my wife since I’m out late. I wanted to cook her something, maybe. She’s pregnant, so she gets hungry all the time.” I smiled. “And you want my help?”

she asked. “Thomas Swiftmind, 23 years old, born in the pack, manager for one of our gyms in one of the neighbouring towns. From what I understand, he was good at his job, and the clients loved him. Somewhat of a ladies’ man, liked to party with both shifters and humans. A good wolf in general, even if he was a little wild,” Mikael told her. “Yeah, I remember him. He was a couple of grades below me, sweet kid,” Rayvin nodded. She felt herself being pulled closer to Mikael.

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”