Mikey Schmidt Novels & Stories

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!"

“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.

Apart from the fact that his father counted heavy stacks of billions every day, ranked as the most eligible divorced bachelor every time, topping the pages of the wealthiest in the country—his son Soren was also on a whole other high. Soren Gregory—the perfect fucking hockey god. Oh man, he was hot. You wouldn’t understand. It wasn’t performative of me saying this shit, but Soren was fucking gorgeous. Like most hockey players, Soren was six-four in height, black wavy hair always pulled into a bun, and when he let it all down… let’s leave that to your imagination. Pierced the top of his ears—not the tip. His godlike, perfectly built body had not a single scar or tattoo on it, well except behi

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.

"I...I'm fine. Just a little shaken up." Nick stepped in, diverting their attention away from me. "nobody leaves this room." As everyone settled down, I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. "Hey Nick", I called him, making him look over to me. "is it only wolves in a pack that can mind link?" He sat there, thinking about my question for a second. "Yes, that's right. Only pack members and mates can mind link. Why?" "the wolf outside he spoke to me."

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.

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.