Mirko Injury Novels & Stories

The space around him filled with bodies, plates, energy. Becker gave him a subtle shoulder nudge as he sat. “Laskey, right? You were a pain in the ass in that first Vultures game.” Milo managed a smile. “Thanks. I think.” “Try to stay in one piece for your first month,” Lukas said as he passed by, his arm awkwardly strapped up in a sling but somehow still managing to balance three loaded plates with his good one. “We've hit our injury quota.” Across the table, Ash raised a mug and tipped it toward him. “Glad to have you here, kid.”

"He's being treated by Janet, the injury around his body is so severe, it might take a while to heal," Micah said as she dropped a cup of Espresso on the table of my desk where I was busy reading the newspaper. "Rosa could have done that," I said glancing up at her.

It was the exact same place she'd landed on and from the feel of things, she was definitely injured. “Shit, that hurt,” she cursed. Ada frowned. “Are you okay?” She asked immediately, worry flooding her voice. “It’s nothing,” Mirena brushed off her worry, rolling her shoulders as if to flex or fix the injury. Behind her, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. She threw a glance over her shoulder to see Golden Tiger approaching then. “Good run,” he said, extending his hand. Mirena glanced at it—and ignored it. “A deal is a deal,” she reminded him.

questioned V, who was now advancing to Miko. "I don't know what you are talking about," defended Miko, although guilt was reflected on his face. "And I don't care about what you're going to say." "Jalandoni! Let's go!" bellowed coach Jared, who was now suspecting him of starting a trouble again. "Let's go!" "We're not done yet," he just simply addressed those words to Miko and eventually followed his coach. ~~~~~~~~~ It had been a long day for V. He had been attacked by the city's gang, had lost the chance of becoming the MVP and champion, and even had gotten suspended for three days. These were probably the

“You knew it was our only chance to win and I…I knew the consequences so I was actually the one at fault here.” Anton remembered that he made a mistake injuring himself during their practice match. It was right before the championships and they couldn’t risk losing it just because the ace was injured. At first, Mikey was against him playing but because their score gap was widening, Anton insisted on being put on the football field and managed to snatch the championship trophy. He also had the record as the fastest running back in College Football that season. But in return, that last match permanently damaged his right leg. The waitress came back with their food, she had a dour look as if sh

Vincent knew if the missing boys were to walk out of here alive, he had to be the bait to keep Mira’s attention on him instead of the boys. So, he fought her while the boys ran out to a waiting van. This was the only time Mira failed to recognize between good and bad. Her long claws slashed on the side of his face that resulted in the scar he had to these days. Amanda gave him several potions and worked hard to keep him alive. She cauterized his wound, and it took him two full weeks to recover.

If Mira was not raped, it means those dickless arseholes must have found another way to hurt her. "Our experts assume the whoever owns the orgasmic ejection, it was from one person by the way, only ejaculated on her. There was no penetration." My fingers curl into hard, angry fists. I imagine Mira lying there helpless while some spineless prick shot his load all over her breasts. I will find him specially. And I will make sure the Church shreds his dick. "She was also roughed up a bit. A shove here, a slap there, but those are injuries she is already healing from. Our scientists are still working on a yet unreleased cure for the dangerous substance in her system…"

My healer mind was fully engaged now, as it pushed past the emotional weight of seeing Andre injured. I found Dr. Marcus in his small office, reviewing his charts. He looked up as I knocked. “Lillian,” he smiled warmly. “I heard you were involved in the hotel situation. “I am glad to see you are okay.” “I am fine.” I stepped inside. “I came to talk about Andre’s arm.” Marcus nodded, with his expression turning professional. “It is a bad injury. The rogue’s teeth did significant damage to the muscle tissue. I have done what I can, but recovery will take time.”

She blurted, practically vibrating with excitement. My stomach dropped. “What?” I repeated weakly. “Don’t play dumb,” Mira scoffed, pushing herself off the doorframe and walking into the room. “He carried you home last night.” Heat crept up my neck. “I was injured,” I protested, though even to my own ears the argument sounded thin. Mira snorted. “Your wrist was broken,” she pointed out bluntly. “Not your legs.” I opened my mouth, ready to argue again, but no words came out.

Mikkel stood up and issued his orders. "Bring in the doctor. The rest of you, clear out." The bodyguards scrambled to stand up before making a hasty retreat. The doctor then entered the office to assess Mikkel's injuries. "Your wrist is broken. Recovery will take time. You'll have to get used to asking for help." "Fuck!" shouted Mikkel. Yelena returned to the office in tears. "Sir!" Mikkel's glare was sharp as he snapped, "Stop crying already! It's not like I'm dead or something. Where's Ms. Belle's milkshake?"