My Mc. Novels & Stories

Miley whispered the last part to Raven who only huffed. " I can't wait for that to happen" She mumbled inaudibly. " I hope" She forced a smile up her lips. " So will you mind joining us?" Miley asked. " To do what?" Raven asked. " Oh, we're working on a new MPC of a game" Miley replied. " It's a he actually, let me show you" She added and only got a nod from Raven who was feeling so uncomfortable that she feels like peeing on herself.

“I’ll write down the place. It’s a storage space that the MC uses to keep about a dozen vehicles. They’re all registered in other states, and they’re totally legal. Two days ago, King registered a new one for you, so nobody in the club even knows about it.” “Registered to who?” Warren said. “Me and Shay?” “No. To the people that you’re going to be from now on.”

Cyrus said, putting his arm around me. "I'm not going to hurt the human," Madoc said as we walked toward the door. To me, he explained, "I just need someone to organize things and be my liaison with the MCs in the daytime. I figured they'd prefer to receive information from one of their own. You have an email address in the internet?" Still weirded out that he wanted me as his "Girl Friday," I nodded. But it all made sense now why the guy looked twenty-five and talked like a boomer.

DCMC are basically their rejects. No way can I bring the larger MC club into this. We keep our distance from them and they do the same. Two different worlds. Staring at the piece of paper fills me with anger. I change clothes in my apartment and head to the gym at the back of the house to let off steam. After turning on Pantera to put me in the right frame for a workout, I glove up and hit the speed bag. This is what I do when I need to think. I'm not sure if it's the rat-tat-tat that syncs my brain or the steady controlled movement of my fists, but it usually helps. Not so much today. After a steady thirty minutes, I hit the treadmill and up the speed as high as I can take. My legs burn wit

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.

data-p-id=27c321c0573ae33ffb10a9603b2a112e,****** The next day. data-p-id=ed2fd59a332bb15f49f64266cc43b215,It's finally Saturday and this has to be the most annoying Saturday of my life. I already packed my bags with things I’d need for my two weeks stay over at the McCain's mansion.

He's large, a little taller than me, and his muscles look like they'll rip the tux apart in seconds. I clear my throat to announce my presence. “Mr. Grey,” I harden my voice to sound professional, “I'm your ass—” he turns to face me and I lose my voice. The same face. The same eyes. The same cold, dark expression on his calm blue eyes. Killan.

MAYA “ What the hell is going on here!! “ I couldn't help but exclaim as I walked in on my boyfriend Lucas Sanchester and Chloe Spencer having hot and steamy sex on the bed that I walked my butts off to buy. So all my colleagues at the flower shop told me it was all true!. The whole room reeked of their sweat and the sex they were having.

Beastie threw a dirty glance at the girl and turned back to face the gigantic TV screen. "You know him, always seeing the best in the wrong people," Lisa replied. By this time, McKay who was spinning the DJ controller couldn't help but notice their heated conversation and he didn't want to be left out on it. He soon came down to join them but did not miss the sight of the girl who stood alone and was looking around like a lost confused puppy. She wouldn't even sit down.

he Asked surprised “Not even tequila?” He ordered a beer for himself, nothing glamorous or well-regarded at this type of event, and a glass of water for me. “Not even tequila.” “Since when you don´t drink?” More than ten years. “I can’t remember.” I took the glass to my mouth and looked around, hating what I saw. “Mark, what a surprise! I didn't expect to see you here.” Suddenly I didn't want water, I wanted gasoline and a box of matches to use on that woman.