Miku Odds And Ends Novels & Stories

After a few minutes, I took a deep breath thinking about everything that is happening around me about the past and the present. “Me choosing the same thing from the past which is living as your wife with you is completely at odds, Satvik.” I finally whispered. “All I can do is, hope such odds win.” He whispered back and held me even more tightly and I placed my hand over his hand which is around my midriff with a smile covering my face.

"Where did that even come from? Madeline? Why the hell would she even have my contact?" Mika laughs as well. "Sorry, I just wanted to make you smile or laugh or something. Don't be so busy, hm?" She taps his hand, her banana band aid showing brightly and they both look at it at the same time. Then they burst into laughter. "Maybe I should have picked the skull one after all. It looks so bright and yellow." Mika laughs. "At least I'm the one carrying it on my finger. I'm pretty sure this colour will draw all eyes to my fingers from now. Pretty funny."

“We are already your family.” “I know,” I whispered. He held me, and I leaned into his touch while still gripping the que stick in my hand. I was mindlessly twirling it, thinking about how to start the argument of making a bet over again with the sudden somber mood, but then Miles spoke up. “You have a deal.” Mick and I both turned to look at him. Miles leaned his stick against the table, then started to pull out the balls from the pockets. “Really?” My face lit up.

I chuckle, realizing we may have to shuffle the packs around if my hunch is correct and some have found their mates. “Gemmy.” A voice calls out softly and I turn to see Mika standing beside the table I sit at, a small smile on his lips, his hands holding two cans of cola. “You think I can sit and talk with you for a bit? I brought you a drink.” I chuckle, motioning for him to take the opposite seat across from me and see a relived look cross his face as he slides the cola in front of me and quickly sits before I could change my mind.

Mika called out, raising her arm high enough for us to see her even above the crowd. I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head at her exaggerated enthusiasm. Via waved too, grinning like she was having the time of her life. As soon as Leandro and I reached the table, they started moving around to make space for us. Via scooted over so I could sit beside her, while Theo stood up to hand me a glass. The coldness of the glass instantly bit into my fingertips, making me flinch slightly. “That one’s yours, Gigi,” Mika said with a mischievous grin. “One round for all of us. That one’s really meant for you.”

They carefully pile up some fingers to send to the gambling dens until Mick growls, signaling everyone to back off. I wasn’t sure how the bastard was still alive, his heart was barely recognizable. Mick trots to him, staring down into his bleak eyes. He’s on his back now, his guts exposed. A quick swipe across his face with a claw draws blood, coating Mick’s paw. I had no idea what I thought I’d feel at this moment. But I just feel dead. Because there are so many more Stephen Millers in the world. It’ll never be enough. Mick growls so loud, it practically shakes the room. He bares his canines, wanting them to be the last thing this piece of shit sees.

She looked out the fully tinted window and returned her gaze to him, slightly opening her mouth as if to speak but stopped, suppressing the word. They had had a fairly pleasant discussion on the road, but now it was obvious that the end of the evening brought a certain undercurrent. In a careless, too-easy tone, Mikel extended his throat and spoke. “Aha... I guess this is the end of the road.” He turned his gaze towards her, presenting a strained attempt at a smile that never reached his eyes.

Zack muttered as he hanged up quickly. Mikel ordered for a drink and sat alone and watched the female strippers moved their body rhythmically. Soon, the bartender delivered the bottle of alcoholic wine on his table, so Mikel began drinking and enjoyed the performance of the strippers on the stage. While watching, he noticed a particular stripper who's body was just too perfect to be true, this really caught his attention as he moved further and sat at the front roll to get a clearer view of her. He watched her with keen interest as she moved her flexible body round the long iron rod while hungry men surrounded her like lion waiting to devour an antelope. mikel watched on till they were done

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I shove back the rancid thoughts. Mick, my main man, steps through the doorway. His slender physique hides a well-toned body that often gives me a good going over when we are sparring in the boxing room hidden away downstairs. “I thought you should know that Alpha Littlefoot has settled his accounts”. He says. I fight not to look surprised. “Where did he get the money I wonder ?” “I can ask around”. Mick says. “No need. It’s not important”. The reckless way he plays cards, he will be back in my debt soon enough. “Has Alpha Ekro made an appearance ?”