Mikey Schmidt Novels & Stories

Just as we approached what I presumed was his locker, a chestnut brown haired boy came into view, he was leaning against the locker, typing away on his phone. "What are you doing here?" Joshua asked his twin brother. Micheal looked up and beamed at him. Then, taking me by complete surprise, once again, he beamed at me. Or at least in my direction. I turned around to make sure there was no one behind me before looking back at him in confusion. He pushed himself off his locker and walked towards me. "Hey, Crystal, right? I don't think we've officially met." He stretched out his hand. "I'm Micheal Melrose - Josh's brother, I mean obviously - but my friends call me Mikey."

Mia's POV: “So, you ready for it?” Mikey asked. “I wouldn't be here if I wasn't,” Jackson said, confidently. “I like that. These are my guys; Shark and Speedy.” Mikey said introducing the people standing next to him. “Speedy is in the race. Shark helps me around so stuff goes according to plan.” Jackson shook Shark and Speedy’s hands. “It's nice to meet you. I hope we have a good race,” he said to Speedy.

he says, tossing the page away. He eyes me curiously, and when I catch a certain scent, I grimace instantly. Sure enough Mikey pops out somewhere in the back, seemingly from a hole in the ground. He dashes to me in an instant. Like usual, he’s not wearing the standard suit the males in my family do. He’s got on a t-shirt that’s so worn it has a few scattered holes, and jeans equally old that are slung so low on his hips a female would be drooling over his skin on display. His body is a swarm of random tattoos and scars he wears with pride. Though none are on his face and glaringly obvious like mine. I instantly try to come up with a reason for being here right now, but I don’t have one. Then

I smiled, sat on the chair, and reminisced about my time with Mikey. I will tell y’all. It was the best, it felt unreal, because why would Mikey agree to be with someone like me? He is literally everything any woman would, but I saw what he didn't see in himself. He also loved men, but he kept trying to deny it. He liked men a lot, a bit more than he loves women, but he needed some help to believe and live it, so I did that, and my time with him was the best. But, one thing is even though Mikey and I were together he had a crush on Douglas Caden! He has always loved that guy! He was his lawyer and his family’s lawyer too, so I didn't realise, till it was so late.

she answered; annoyance was visible in her voice. Drake raised a brow at her. “So, you are disrespecting me?” He questioned. “Do you know the punishment for disrespecting your alpha?” Millie looked down, scared at the Alpha’s tone. “No, Alpha,” she answered. “I know the punishment, but I am here to withstand Emily. She was not yet healed, so please, Alpha. . .” Millie pleads. “Let her regain her strength, and then you can do whatever you want from her,” she says, her shoulder slumped.

With a sly smile , Maximo challenge from where he sat. " I would love to see him try "

The neighbor’s door swung open and Mitch walked out and took a seat on a wooden chair. “I need you to cover for Liam,” Mitch said as he pulled on his boots. “He’s ill and I need you to take on his duties. It’ll only be for today.” Liam was Mitch’s nephew and he worked the fields like Devin, tending to the vegetables and farming. I’ve worked under Mitch, the butcher, since I came to the Clear Mountain pack. He was suspicious of my familiarity with the blade but after my feigned innocence he didn’t question me. Under his watchful eye, I practiced slicing, dicing, and killing.

Mikey curses and looks around but I guess the coast is clear because he slips in and closes the door behind him, "I need you to make my face bleed somehow. Punch me hard." "What?" He asks, looking at me like I'm the biggest weirdo. Mikey is the slowest one, but he always does what I ask, "Fine, I guess..." He gets his fist ready and I brace myself, but right before he goes to punch me, he stops and grabs his rifle. "I think this is going to be easier," he says and takes it off the sling. I don't think he wants to shoot me, so I lift an eyebrow as I watch him turn it around to hit me with the back of it, "Bring your face closer."

I could resemble a lobster. Dammit, Mikey.

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.