Mikey Skateboard Novels & Stories

Mike smirked as he took my hand and literally drug me out of the arena. Before we could even make it to the door, Mike was already all over me. He lifted me up so I wrapped my legs around his waist as one hand grabbed my ass with the other trying to open the door. Once the door was open, Mike walked in and pushed me against the now closed door as he kissed me roughly, allowing his hands to travel up my thighs.

Mavka whispered in my ear. I nodded once. The sound of rolling wheels caught my ears. I didn’t have to turn around to see the source of the sound. A boy riding a skateboard skated around me in circles. His black jacket billowed behind him. I could feel him analyze me. He was wearing a white hoodie, black pants and sports shoes. His fingers obscured his forehead, meeting his glasses. From his look, I could easily tell he was a teenager, eighteen maybe. He stopped skating right in front of me. With a deft kick, he had the skateboard in his hand.

He cautiously walks towards us, no more running for this little guy, and once he was in front of me, he wipes his hands on his shorts once again before touching my tummy. “Wuna,” he said happily. Drake kneeled down and spoke with Mikey. “Did you get hurt? Do you feel any pain?” Drake asks. Mikey shook his head no. “Mwikey is stwong,” he showed Drake his tiny little arms and biceps letting Drake know that he was strong. “Wow, Mikey is a big boy now,” Drake said. Mikey nodded in agreement. “A big boy who can’t read,” Nori said as he approach us.

"Here he comes from the west side. Get ready." I watch the opening to the alley. Adrian struts into my line of sight slowly. "Hey, Mikey. What's happening?" "You're late." I scowl. "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was on a clock." He looked at me smugly. "I've got shit to do." He walked up close to me. "Well then we better do this quick, huh?"

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.

I said nonchalantly as I scratched Beretta's head. “According to my intel, Mikkinol is well known in the underground racing community. One of the best racers in the world. He’s set to race in 3 days in Columbia, and with Shrinka with us, we’ll have an opportunity to get closer to Mikkinol.” Marciano and my father thought for a moment, before they both nodded at me, showing approval of my plan.

Before the Sky Had Rules Below it, smaller script shifts languages every heartbeat: Welcome, oath-bound. You were expected. A figure drops from the arch (no wings, just air deciding gravity is optional). Tall, bronze skin, white hair braided with tiny bells of petrified lightning. Board shorts, bare feet, and a university hoodie that reads Property of Aerie Skate Team – Champions of the Void 2027. He lands on a beat-up longboard that hovers an inch off the sand and rolls to a stop in front of me. Stranger (grinning like he’s been waiting his whole life for this):

a death glare darted at Jessica before Sarah turned around, revealing only her eyes again. Mike’s brown eyes swirled with glee, twinkling at her although the rest stood stolid. He slipped out his hands from his pocket, wiggling 2 fingers signalling her to“Come here…”. His calmness doesn’t help her jitter. Her lower lip drew between her teeth. Slowly, she stood up and padded to Mike, holding dearly at the only weapon available, the chocolate mint ice cream tub. He raised his arm, making room for her, suggesting that she should snuggle into him. She obediently came to his embrace. His thumb swept across her jawline

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On the road with many different cars running, Mikey drove the car very fast, like he was being chased by a ghost. He just drove his car into the garage and immediately ran to the elevator, Mikey's hand kept pressing the open button. Mikey waited a few seconds, the elevator was still busy. He chose to go up the stairs. Mikey rushed to his friend's clinic, and arbitrarily pushed the door in without knocking. The doctor didn't even need to look up to know who the person who appeared was. He said in a mocking tone: