Rottmnt Mikey Novels & Stories

“Yeah. Yeah. I know. Or I’ll be punished.” “Exactly.” He pulled away, giving me a heated onceover. When he walked out, it took a few seconds before I shifted my attention back to the computer. I typed in the name of the Russian mafia organization, finding more articles than I had on the Voltairs. After reading a few articles it had become apparent that they had no issue ruffling feathers, acting as if they owned the world. I started writing down a few notes, startled when I heard a man clearing his throat. I placed my hand over my heart as I peered at Mikey. “I didn’t see you standing there.” He has something in his hand. It looked like a hard drive. “What do you have there?”

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“Sorry, Mom. I slipped.” Amelia knelt down, inspecting his knee before giving him a light scolding. “You shouldn’t run off like that.” She stood and turned to Ryan. “Thank you for helping him.” “No problem,” Ryan said, smiling. “Is this your son?” “Yes,” Amelia said, her voice softening. “This is Mikey.” Ryan nodded and extended a hand to Mikey. “Nice to meet you, Mikey. I’m Ryan.” Mikey hesitated but eventually shook his hand.

"Seriously? Didn't think about that. Sorry. It's all good. We're done." Big Mike slipped the tile back in place and got off the ladder. He nodded grimly at me as if we were co-conspirators taking down Nixon. Jerking a thumb towards the ceiling, he continued. "Cameras. Right at the fridge. This shit ain't gonna stand." "I'm gonna need a little more than that. What are you talking about?" "Some son of a bitch stole my Thin Mints from the freezer. I was saving them. My last box. They're gonna try to play me like that? Gimme a hand."

She probably did get lonely sometimes. "Hey Scotty, have you been practicing?" His sister poked him in the arm. "I'm totally going to win today." "Not a chance! Name your game," Scott replied with a smirk. "Mario Cart. Best three out of five." "You're on!" -------------------- "Rayan, you're alive!" Rayan's postal company coworker Michael, 'Mick' for short, tackled him as soon as he entered the locker room. This month, his hair was bleached strawberry blonde with a faded green streak through the bangs. His roots showed his natural copper red hair. "You flaked out on me man, you were supposed to help me pick my new color last week!"

Sam scowled and said "I smell like roses and daffodils." "Okay, whatever you say Cru'ella." Mike said with a scoff. "If I recall correctly, isn't Mikey the name of a green eyes cyclopes monster?" Samantha said while she tapped her finger on her chin in thought. She looked at Mikey and smiled. "Come to think of it, you both look alike! It'sincredible! You're both incredibly...Ugly." She said in an innocent tone and a smile. "What did you call me?" asked Mikey.

“I do. Why? Did he take the cooks with him too?” Mikey snickered and stepped into the room. He was young, that was clear, but he was also really shy compared to the other guys I’d met in Killian’s crew so far. His cheeks reddened as he said, “Look, I have time to kill tonight before they get back, and I want to do something nice for my wife since I’m out late. I wanted to cook her something, maybe. She’s pregnant, so she gets hungry all the time.” I smiled. “And you want my help?”

Damon I’m sitting in my office about four hours before opening when there’s a knock on the door, “Come in,” I call, and the door slowly opens. Mikey is standing there with a broken plunger that is dripping water all over the floor, and I stare at him in disbelief. “Dude, what the hell?” I ask, pointing at that disgusting thing. “Why is THAT in my office?” “The woman’s toilet is clogged. I think they were flushing tampons again,” Mikey says with his face full of disgust.