Oh Mikey Novels & Stories

But then no matter how much I thought about it, I just couldn't come up with a conclusion, All o knew was that my mind was always wandering off and I would end up not getting an answer. Soon, I was brought to a place, to be rather precise, it was like a tent. In the tent was a tall muscular figure sitting with a smile on his face. Besides him were some other people whom I assumed to be some important members of the pack. "Here is she sir!" The guard who had been dragging me suddenly stopped as he bowed toward the figure whom I had thought to be the Alpha. "Kneel!" The voice suddenly sounded as he threw me roughly to the floor in front of the man. Because I was too weak and the force he had t

She stared at him, no response to his comment. "What do you want Mikey?" She asked, arching her perfectly plucked brows. He wished she would stop calling him that. He was seven-teen years old now. Not a little kid, which is when the nickname Mikey came up. Mike bit into an apple that he had in his right hand, smiling as he chewed. What he was about to tell Brooke would change her attitude quickly. It was something they both could be very happy about. Brooke waited impatiently for him to swallow, her pointy narrow nose wriggling in frustration.

A freaking hard chest, with proud pecs and which I'm sure his under a boring shirt hides his cute pink nipples. I lifted my head, and there they were... those addictive chestnut eyes, glaring down at me. The very eyes belonging to the reason I’d gotten wasted in the first place. Mikey. Fucking. Montero. This son of a bitch!

"Michael. But you can call me Mikey." "Mikey, how fitting," he said, his goofy grin still present. "Oh and this amazing person next to me is going to be the next Bill Gates, I'm sure of it!" "Shut up, you turd," his friend yelled, hitting him in the head. Then he looked at him and gave a small smile. "Eric." And from that moment, Mikey knew that Anton Emma was something. He would be the key to reaching his goal in football.

Mia's POV: “So, you ready for it?” Mikey asked. “I wouldn't be here if I wasn't,” Jackson said, confidently. “I like that. These are my guys; Shark and Speedy.” Mikey said introducing the people standing next to him. “Speedy is in the race. Shark helps me around so stuff goes according to plan.” Jackson shook Shark and Speedy’s hands. “It's nice to meet you. I hope we have a good race,” he said to Speedy.

I can tell that he's enjoying what I'm doing to his body right now, he has already forgotten how he complains earlier about the maple syrup is so thick and sticky. Eventually, I got used to the weird taste of maple syrup and Michael's sweat. My back is aching from bending so much just to lick his six-pack abs. When I can't take it anymore I decided to just kneel in front of Michael and I don't know if that's the best decision I ever made in my whole life. I don't know but Michael seems like 6'5 tall and I'm like maybe five feet tall, so when I knelt in front of him his long and hard shaft hit me right in the face, I couldn't even reach his six-pack abs to lick.

There was a man already sitting down and talking on his phone. The guy is drop dead Gorgeous! Of course he's not better looking then Matthew, but still... he's handsome. "Mikey, It's nice to see you." said Matthew looking down at the Man. This is Mikey??? Mikey's dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He has perfect tan skin and judging by his biceps I can tell he works out a lot. I wonder what his abs looks like... "Hey Matt, it's been a while." said Mikey hanging up his phone. Then standing up and shaking Matthews hand.

"I'll tell you what I know, all I know but you gotta promise to keep your end of the deal." I gave him a stern nod, "You have my word," I replied, "Now tell me, what's Emilio's biggest weakness?" Mikey hesitated, his gaze fixed on the floor. After a moment, he muttered a curse under his breath. "Fuck it," he whispered. "His family..." I arched an eyebrow. "His family, huh? And how do we get to them?"

Mikey and I said in unison. "Sure" I brought popcorn and drinks in my room and got comfortable as Mikey put on a show. Almost thirty minutes later into the show. "I knew it, I knew the bitch was evil" Mikey screamed at my flatscreen, and the popcorn he was chewing flew out of his mouth. "Micah calm down" I stared at the chewed pieces on my rug and bed. I pointed towards the pieces." You're cleaning that up." "Make me" He threw a single popcorn on the floor, squinted my eyes at him. He gave me a nervous glance

I give him a sheepish wave and a small smile in response. "Hey Mike, are you enjoying the party?" "It's just like every other one, you know? Only thing different is you. I've never seen you at one of these before." Mike smiles, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I don't normally party, believe it or not. This is my second one." "Really? You totally look like a party girl." Mike smirks and I tilt my head at him, smiling. Is he flirting with me? "Not that there's anything wrong with that! I mean —" Mike stutters, noticing me looking at him intently. I giggle at him, shaking my head.