Mirko Mha Novels & Stories

she said, afraid that she might have been too obvious. “Your face looks very familiar” the lady added. On hearing this Amira’s heart started thumping. “You must be the wife of the blacksmith” the lady said getting even closer to her. With great relieve that she wasn’t recognized, she face her and played along. “I’m vina” the lady said extending her hand for a hand shake. “I....I’m , Am .....m... Mika” Amira stuttered. Vina chatted with her for a bit, and she noticed she loved talking. But then she was such a beautiful lady and she wandered what brought her here.

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

Obviously has zero trust that I won’t try and seduce his security or maybe make a run for it, but he’s leaving himself open without Mico by his side. Who knows what kind of danger that will leave him in? I can almost taste my panic rising inside, and just keep gawping at him like he’s out of his mind. Mico doesn’t seem surprised or well, anything really. He has that same Carrero deadpan skill of not reacting, and could be Alexi’s brother if you go by looks and mannerisms. He has the same tall dark handsome Italian genes and weirdly green eyes, the same overall death by glare and oozing intimidation.

And glasses that were resting on his nose were giving him a sophisticated and innocent look. "M-Mr....." Samuel said unsurely as he didn't recognise the man. "Call me Micah, Micah Morris.." Micah extended his hand for a handshake as he looked at Samuel. Samuel looked in awe at him. He had heard about the brain of Nostras but had never seen him. Micah always remained in cover, away from the world. He was well known for his crafty and mind works. It was rumoured that he destroyed a whole ship pavement only with a single flick of wires.

Julian’s grey eyes softened instantly as he locked his gaze onto her. Her beautiful, soft baby face was currently curved into an intensely frustrated, annoyed expression. She looked like she wanted to burst into tears at any second. Valeria was having an incredibly hard time trying to fix a heavy metal microphone stand. She was desperately trying to loosen the iron clutch to make the stand smaller so she could pack it into her equipment bag, but the metal was completely rusted and stuck tight.

And so while things were slowed to a crawl, Miko got a great view of all its code. Everything was all laid out for her to read and edit and recompile. Her Mirror reached out and invaded SecInt with ridiculous ease. She outright removed swaths of code while she replaced it with her own. Quick, simple rewrites that ensured its loyalty belonged to her, and not to the Prophets. Miko gutted their Security Intelligence and replaced every line of code with incredible speed. She was so fast that she was all but done in the blink of an eye. SecInt spasmed as she withdrew her Mirror. Violent arcs of electricity coursed all around as its cloudy body swelled. Inside, storms of light blue electrical expl

"When you prioritize everyone's needs over your own." Tears filled her eyes. “Niina, I love you.” It was not dramatic, nor was it a declaration that left her weak at the knees or triggered explosions in her mind. It was steady, Clear. Real , and terrifying. “Cleff...” she whispered. “I can’t love you back the way you want me to.” He frowned. “Why?” "Since one of the individuals I previously worked for is here tonight." That captured his complete focus. "I spotted him at the entrance." He was concealed, yet I always remember faces. His name is Mirko Balek. He’s the cause of my escape from Prague. "And if he is present, he’s not merely here for a beverage."

Dmitry raised an eyebrow at me and I answered him with a confused shrug. ‘Can you walk with her for a bit?’ I asked Micha. ‘I guess…’ he replied, shifting uncomfortably. ‘What’s wrong with you lately, Mishka?’ I eyed him suspiciously. He avoided my eye but shrugged. ‘Nothing’ he mumbled. I was about to ask him something else but Dmitry called me over. I ran harder than I had in a while, clearing my mind, and focusing on my timing. I only had about 2 and a half weeks until training started and I was determined to be ready for it.

His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, his eyes were icy and calculated, and there was a cruel smirk playing at his lips as he looked at the pair. “Ah, the lovebirds reunited,” he said, his voice smooth and mocking. “Touching.” Neither Serena nor Alexandro replied. Maeron approached Alexandro and studied him. “You’re stronger than I expected,” he said thoughtfully. “Even under silver. Remarkable.” “Let me out, and I’ll show you what remarkable really means,” Alexandro growled. Maeron chuckled. “I’m sure you would. But you’re too valuable to waste in a direct fight.”

Layla rolled her eyes once more. She had just confessed to her friends that she was held at knifepoint by a junkie weirdo and all they wanted to do was talk about her kissing a biker. "His name is Marrok," she admitted. "Marrok Kenneally." "Marrok Kenneally, what a strange name for a biker," said Amy trying to recall any bikers she'd ever heard of with that name. "What's his club name?" "The Howler M.C. I think," replied Layla thinking back to Brick and his impressive patches.