Mikey Schmidt Romane & Geschichten

Man, what a happy past . "Mirchan? What are you thinking?" Mikey asked me. "Nothing. Just a happy memory of mine." I answer him. He eats taiyaki here at the shrine. "You? What are you thinking?" "Hm? Oh .. I'm thinking about her." Mikey replied. "Man, who? Which of the two?" I asked him. "Her." he replied. I gasped. Jeez, can't believe he's not yet over with Yen.

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

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.”

I was going to be able to go off the grid for a while longer to gain their trust. I wanted to open my mouth, to speak, to let him hear the words of victory that when I was done, even if he had seen me, he was not going to make anyone believe him. They were going to trust my word and believe that he was being delusional after the blow… “What are you doing here?” The voice froze me. And for a second, just a slight second, I held my breath completely before letting it out. I turned, finding Alpha Liam standing there, shoulders broad, gaze sharp enough to cut me in half.

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.

He clears his throat, and I feel myself crumbling, but Jessica takes my hand, squeezing it tightly as he speaks. “Mike Clody, known to most as Mikey, was quite the young man. He played high school football in this very town and was offered a full-ride scholarship to play college ball,” he pauses, his smile appearing, “But he didn’t want to leave his family or this town. He made roots here and a life. He was loved by so many and will be truly missed.” Mikey’s mom whimpers beside us, and her husband hugs her tightly. “I’m here,” Jessica whispers next to me. It shouldn’t bring me so much comfort, but it does. Mikey’s last wish is even being met right now; only we are taking care of each other.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

But confrontation wasn't my style. Instead, I decided to lose myself in the music, taking a drink from a stranger's hand and downing it. My heart skipped a beat when the screeching sound of a microphone cut through the music, abruptly silencing the room. "I want to give a big thanks to Jake Phillips for bringing in our new candidate," a guy announced, standing on a table in the corner. I recognized him as Landon Taylor, the jock and jerk of our school who always managed to make me feel like absolute shit.

And the girl was obediently sleeping without pulling him anymore. Mikey lit a cigar, he stood by the floor-to-ceiling window looking outside, it was now pouring rain. He frowned at the many missed call notifications on his phone screen. Mikey opens his personal assistant's message: [Where is the boss, not coming home? I'm so miserable. I just had to come up with an excuse to lie to my boss's wife.]

A familiar voice hit my ears. Translation- ["Wake up wild cat🐈! Wake up lizard🦎!"] I opened my eyes groggily to come face to face with Armaan AKA Armaan Ahuja AKA Suar (Pig)🐖. "Eeeaaakkk!! ARMAAAANNNN!" I launched myself in his arms. He caught me and twirled me around laughing. Our friendly session came to an end with Sam's yelling. "SHUT UP IDIOTS! LEMME SLEEP!"