Mikey Schmidt Novels & Stories

“For someone that you do not really know, did not see, except for the few times where she tried to play perfectionist, you are putting away too much efforts on her and way too much faith in her.” I turned slowly, eyes narrowing on Mikhail, my most trusted Beta. He stood near the bookshelves, arms folded behind his back, gaze steady. Always the calm one, the level-headed one, but never afraid to speak what he saw. He was the one person who could speak to me freely. The two of us grew with one another, rose from the ashes together, stood strong, stood against everything that defied us. This was not just an alpha and beta conversation, this was a friend's conversation.

Everyone questioned it but it had been the only rebellion I’d shown so they let it slide. I recall being happy seeing him play in my school and fucking win, beating our school a fucking five to one. Oh it made my day, seeing him warm up and skate around the ice. Except when I’d wandered away, checking through the list of things in our storage closet that night, preparing for our one-week-away school trip… I saw him. Soren Gregory—the fucking hockey god—on his knees in front of the one woman I hated the most… Anna. His on-and-off situationship everyone knew about.

I made sure I was entirely focused on what I wanted my life to become, if not for anything, for Jane. The room smelled faintly of polished wood and something citrusy, like someone had wiped the place down minutes before I walked in. A standing microphone sat in the center, a keyboard off to the side, and a long mirror stretched across the wall; because apparently, singing wasn’t just about your voice. It was about everything. “Shoes off.” I blinked. “Sorry?” Coach Smith didn’t look up from the notes in his hand. “You heard me. I need you grounded, not performing for the floor.”

Cherie says, in a small voice and Uncle Kon quirks up an eyebrow. “You’re a timid little thing, but there’s Beta blood in you; I can tell,” he says. “Are you a warrior?” “She’s an MMA fighter and knocked me the fuck out when we met,” I say. Uncle Kon blinks at this, then he looks at me and back at Cherie before bursting out with laughter. Yeah, normal guys would be embarrassed for getting KO’d like I did at the hand of this little mouse. But not me; I’m proud as fuck that she held her own and knocked me out while Haze was in control.

The sound of birds chirping and the wind blowing over took my ears; I slowly opened my eyes, noticing I was no longer in the hospital room filled with people and beeping machines. I was now at the lake where Brax had asked me to be his mate. I sat up, confused, looking around, trying to figure out what was going on. And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. Spike.

No wonder Dealova was suitable to play the role of Black Swan, because Dealova's nature was also selfish and evil in Cia's eyes. Meanwhile, on the other side of the country. Mike, who was in the villa, was just staring at the koi fish in the aquarium. He had just woken up in the Villa for a few days. This was the first time in his life that he had kept an animal. Ever since he was a child, animals had always been the target of Mike's trials by killing. His lips smiled, opening a small box. And took out a white powder and inhaled it quickly, a calm feeling as he used marijuana as a tranquilizer for now.

He's close behind me and preparing to overtake but I refuse to allow him to beat me, so I leap, catching the hold and seeing the surprise on his face turn to pride. There's nothing I can't do, not when he's there pushing me, challenging me and supporting me. "Champion." I make a fist with my free hand and punch the air whilst still hanging from one arm. A flock of crows take off from the trees a few feet below us, scared by my victory cheer. Almost in slow motion, the rock beneath my hand starts to crumble, I snap my gaze away from Coal and cling to the debris in the vain hope of keeping myself on the rocks while my other hand and feet scramble frantically to find a secure hold.

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 said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.

Oh he was looking at the both of them inappropriately" Mikey said nonchalantly as if it was. the most obvious thing in the world. "Did you kick him in the pace where the sun doesn't shine?" He asked. Anna and I gasped. "What!!" we yelled. "Unfortunately I wasn't able to do that but he was left with a broken nose, trust me am sure its out of shape" mickey told Damien. "Michael Jackson Quinn, what on the name of God are you teaching my son". I yelled at my brother glaring at him. She better not be teaching my son anything related to violence.