My Mc. Novels & Stories

I'm so glad college is done! Professors let us out early today too! Guess I'll head over to the apartment I share with my boyfriend. We've been together since I was 16, moved in together at 19 right after I started college. He's in an MC. His real name is Ray, but his MC name is Reaper. It's Friday and tonight there will be a big party at the clubhouse. I pulled into the driveway and saw his bike. After I let myself inside, I heard giggling. Ok, let's get this over with.

“I think I want to be a part of this.” I slip my hands into hers as we enter Ray’s office, clicking his door shut. “Talk to me.” Ray sits, elbows on the desk and hands clasped under his chin. “What’s going on?” Swallowing, Wren and I exchange looks and we take our seats. “You’ve been an amazing brother, friend and president to me, Ray,” I begin, “but I think I’m done with the MC life.” His neck tilts. “Done?” “Yea. I…uh…I’m leaving.”

| I used to know my heroes before they were famous I read about them on stapled pieces of paper called comic books Oh, how cool they looked so unique and twisted weird and one-track-minded | But now they’ve hit the jackpot they’re on the silver screen they’re larger than life I don’t know why they’re smaller than they seemed I’m not just talking about Antman but animal and color-themed and everyone else in between | [Chorus] MCU Mom Sees You She has full control of the content Oh, you think you’re so independent You think you died and to heaven you went

Cancel my meetings for the rest of the day, handle all important mails and forward any emergency that needs my attention to me". I said grabbing my car keys and heading to my private parking lot. " Nobody messes with a De Marco and goes free". I said to myself, reaching the parking lot. I got intoy car and zoomed off.

“Or do you only get bold when you’re not in front of me, Evans?” My heart skipped. And just like that, the game had already begun.

Well it will an owner for her to make a mummy King into her friend list. " Alright now I need to get back to work and take care of yourself . I am already to late for work . Bye." She put her heels and carried her bag in a hurry and ran as fast as she could . She was never late for work but it was her first time so it was not a big deal for her though.

It was seven in the morning. Pushing the comforter off my body, I place my foot on the fluffy red carpet. I looked around and walk into the bathroom to see Aeden nowhere. Without bothering about him, I turn the faucet of the sink and place my palms under the ruining water and gather it in my palm and splash it on my face.

the Mc said I walked beside mom and dad as the Mc gave me the mic to speak, I was about to take it when dad grabbed it from his hands. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, my name is Rufus Morello. I am very happy and rather elated that my daughter's dream is becoming a reality, today Victoria is going to sign our company membership contract and will be an official assistant to the CEO. I don’t have a lot to say but I wish you the best of luck as you embark on this journey” he said I looked at him the whole time he was speaking, I didn’t expect him to write a speech or even say anything.

“Hold me tight.” “What?” The elevator starts moving downwards, faster with each second. Maya's fingers claw at my arm as she steadies herself for balance. My arm circles her waist holding her in place. The moment the door opens a wave of heat and sound clashes over us. Slot machines ringing, glasses clinking, conversations overlapping in a chaotic melody of indulgence. “You okay?” I ask, watching Maya's eyes squint from the sudden brightness. She lets out a shaky breath mumbling a small yeah. “It's going to be fine, just don't talk if it's not necessary.”

Someone wants me to ask and I don’t know who to ask. --- That evening, with the board session looming the next morning, Maya was reviewing her counter-documentation when Nadia called. “The M.C. foundation,” Nadia said. “I’ve gone through two more entity layers.” “What did you find?” “The foundation connected to M.C.—the one that owns the building the messages are coming from—it’s registered to a trust. The trust beneficiary is listed under an abbreviated form. Two initials and a surname.” “What initials?” “I.C. The surname is obscured in the filing—deliberately redacted at registration. But the initials and the operational signature—Maya, M.C. and I.C. are the same person. Different name var