Mikey Skateboard Novels & Stories

He had his mouth open to say something, but he never got the chance. Lucas rocketed forward, all his weight and strength and rage powering his fist into Mikey’s jaw. As Mikey fell, Lucas caught his shoulders and guided him in just the right direction for his face to connect with Lucas’s upswinging knee. The pain in his hand was a symphony, the contact with

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.

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

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

He said and Mishka’s eyes travelled to Kiara’s back, and she watched a woman helping her wearing gears on her ankles and knees, and finally a pink skateboarding helmet. She watched Kiara getting near to the bowl with her trainer, who was holding a skateboard. “Don’t you think she quickly gets familiar with everyone? She doesn’t understand stranger could….” As she was speaking, Kiara reached the edge and the next moment she dived into the twelve feet bowl and Mishka shrieked loudly, running to the edge.

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.”

Mikey and I said in unison. "Sure" I brought popcorn and drinks in my room and got comfortable as Mikey put on a show. Almost thirty minutes later into the show. "I knew it, I knew the bitch was evil" Mikey screamed at my flatscreen, and the popcorn he was chewing flew out of his mouth. "Micah calm down" I stared at the chewed pieces on my rug and bed. I pointed towards the pieces." You're cleaning that up." "Make me" He threw a single popcorn on the floor, squinted my eyes at him. He gave me a nervous glance

His hand grabs my bare thigh, and I recoil. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you, baby? You like it when Mikey puts his hands on you, huh?” “Get—” I don’t even finish the sentence before Mikey suddenly goes flying away from me, like magic. I blink, trying to make sense of how exactly he’s just managed to skip backwards and crash into the wall opposite me so fast, when suddenly, I turn and I see him. Him.

I broke it. I ducked a blow that would’ve shattered my ribs and slammed a pipe into his left knee. Not enough to drop him, but enough to make him shift weight. I used that second to shove him back into a stack of crates. J yelled behind me. “Carl, left!” I twisted and narrowly avoided a shot from a second MiB coming down the ramp. Schnell grabbed a weapon from the wall, something magnetic and experimental, and fired a blue-white bolt that knocked the second MiB clean over the railing and down into the chasm.

It's still fun with him. We take a small break, sitting near the pool to have a drink. "Gosh, you did kick my ass in. Is it bad that I find it hot, to be defeated by a girl on a skateboard?" He makes me blush. "Nope, it would be terrible if you'd hate me because I am better in skating." "Your heelflip, tailslide, and nosegrind are nearly perfect. Never seen it done so good before, "Evans admires my stunts.