Mikey Tmnt Novels & Stories

*Chomp* Instead of grabbing the prey it bites it for the higher chance to not let its prey go away. The one who is bitten is no one other than Mike who can't react after using his full force kick. Unlike Leo, Mike is not really suitable for short-range combat he prefers fighting from the back that is why he can't react after using a full force kick. He is indeed fast but the fish is faster. He is bitten at his side of his chest as he heard the sound his ribs breaking. Leo and everyone saw what happened but they could barely react in time as Mike gotten pulled down into the ocean.

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."

"His family, huh? And how do we get to them?" Mikey paused, closing his eyes briefly before reopening them with a newfound resolve. "Santino's got a son," he revealed, his voice firm. "Eight years old, attends school. If you move fast, you can snatch the kid before Emilio even knows what hit him. Get the boy, and trust me, the rest of them will fall into line real quick. You have my phone, there's a picture of the kid to help you get him."

Bridget just stared at me. She placed her hands on the desk. "You want to be Luna, huh?" She let out a scoff of a laugh. "Okay. Okay Crystal, be the freaking Luna. All I've been trying to do is protect you like Tristan would have wanted but go ahead, shove your face and title to a pack that hates you. All the freaking best with that." I fought to keep my chin up. Anything it takes, right? "Uhm guys?" Mikey spoke up. I turned around and saw him holding his phone, staring at something on it.

To her, they were not even here with them, and she was in her own little world with Mikey. “Anything for my baby girl.” Mikey said with a growl, and lifted her into his arms while she giggled softly. He began walking towards the stairs, and stopping in front of Tessa, he gave her a curt nod, while Dinah winked deliciously at her best friend who just giggled and waved them off. “Time to feast on you.” Mikey growled in her ears, as they climbed the stairs and Dinah clapped and giggled loudly. “I can’t wait. I can’t!”…

Amy , main protagonist who is seen as a archeologist working under the Cairo museum. Tut ,an ancient mummy whose whereabouts is still unknown and is also the main protagonist of this story. After Amy's parents death, her uncle was the only family she could relay on. He was also an archeologist who was in a senior position in the museum . Everything was good in her life except for her parents void space. She was able to enjoy her life with her uncle and her boyfriend robert.

Mateo said and Natalia nodded and smiled at me. “Me? Who? More friends?” “Nah, this one is a guy.. A badass guy. Well, I mean he looks like one.” “What was his name again?” Mateo asked as he turned around like he was about to call for him. “Zade?” Mikey said and Mateo clapped his hands. “Zade, Mike is back.” A young guy with full plump lips, blond short hair, 5 '9 tall or thereabout stepped out from the kitchen, ran, and gave Mikey a big hug. Mikey looked shocked, and traumatized.

“Yeah. Yeah. I know. Or I’ll be punished.” “Exactly.” He pulled away, giving me a heated onceover. When he walked out, it took a few seconds before I shifted my attention back to the computer. I typed in the name of the Russian mafia organization, finding more articles than I had on the Voltairs. After reading a few articles it had become apparent that they had no issue ruffling feathers, acting as if they owned the world. I started writing down a few notes, startled when I heard a man clearing his throat. I placed my hand over my heart as I peered at Mikey. “I didn’t see you standing there.” He has something in his hand. It looked like a hard drive. “What do you have there?”

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 could resemble a lobster. Dammit, Mikey.