Oh Mikey Novels & Stories

They were already outside waiting to be introduced and follow us. I walked closer and introduced them. “This is Mikey and Hals. Mikey is going to be Leon’s bodyguard, and Hals is going to be your bodyguard from here on forward,” I told Ariella. Leon bounced up to Mikey, putting his hand forward proudly. “Hello, Mikey! You’re going to be my guard. You and I are going to have a great time shopping and eating ice cream.” Mikey, who was twenty-one, had been sworn in our world when he was sixteen. He was sharp, dependable, and still young enough to let Leon have fun, but not so young that he couldn’t protect him.

“Oh four eyes? hi wassup? your pointy ears?” “Shutup.” She grabbed her friend's hand. The cafeteria had now turned silent. All of the attention on us. Great. Just great. The frightened girl looked at me with tears in her eyes. “I.. I..” “From four eyes to pimples.” I chuckled. “W-What.” “Pimples. Your name?” I asked. Her breath hitched. “Why do you wanna know?” Kate questioned instead. Ignoring her, I looked at her with my hands crossed on my chest. Gulping, she whispered, “Sarah Mikkelsen.”

M&M’s for Breakfast ~ Naika End Game ~ Cat Burns Shane’s words were on repeat as he drove into me. We were slick with sweat, his smoky scent on me like a second layer of skin as I held on, needy for everything he had to give me. He cursed as I clenched around him. Pleasure danced through me as I twitched around his still-throbbing cock.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

”Who are we? “Me and Mia.” I think I have never seen Mike so excited in my life. He is probably excited about the fight. I told myself. Mike is average build, has short black hair, green eyes, and a killer smile. “That’s good, I'm happy to see you climbed out of your shell Mia. I and the boys would love to get to know the real Mia.” I gave him a half smile and look to the front giving my full attention to the teacher. Luckily, we only have 3 months left of school.

I hissed “ us? You are the one googly eyes and practically drooling over her.” Creed smirks “ I was not drooling! Let's just get this job done so we can go home.” I said placing the marshmallows back where they go and heading out the back door. “ mhmm you sure you don’t want to stay and get all kissy kissy with the neighbor girl?” ryan mocks making kissy faces “ Yes, I’m sure!” I growled

She quickly ducked behind Miranda, peeking out with wide, curious eyes. Mike’s expression softened. For a moment, he was completely taken aback. Mia looked like a little angel. Miranda gently took Mia’s hand and led her forward. “Mia, this is Uncle Mike. Say hello.” “Hello, Uncle Mike,” Mia said in her sweet, careful voice, tipping her chin up as she studied him. Mike smiled and knelt down so he was at her level. “Hi there. I’m Mike Lloyd, a friend of your mom’s.”

Who had wormed their way into our circle? Mikey sat on the couch beside Ava, fiddling nervously with the corner of his blanket. He was too young to understand all the intricacies, but he sensed the tension. His wide, curious eyes darted between me and Oliver, silent but alert. "Mommy?" Mikey’s small voice broke through the tension. "Why is everyone so mad?" Ava gave him a reassuring squeeze, her eyes flickering with a mix of concern and fear. "It’s okay, sweetheart. We're figuring things out." But her voice wavered slightly, betraying her own uncertainty.

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."