Stranger Things Mike Novels & Stories

Because he was the only human who was insane and trying to heal. Mike first appeared to have a psychopathic streak when he was in junior high school. At that time, Mike stabbed a classmate using a sharpened pencil, and the victim died. Mike was even detained in a juvenile prison that only held Mike for a week. After that, Mike was taken to a psychiatrist to do a series of treatments; unfortunately, instead of increasing, Mike's body was out of control.

His eyes flicked to me, then to the others, and I could see the slight shift in his expression—he knew something was off. “Ian,” Mike said, his voice casual. “What’s going on?” I took a breath, forcing myself to remain calm. “We need to talk.” Mike raised an eyebrow. “About?” I didn’t mince words. “We know you’re behind the attacks.” For a moment, Mike’s face was unreadable, but then his lips curved into a small, condescending smile. “Is that what this is about? Some rogue vampire’s confession?” I stared at him, waiting for the denial, the excuses. But he didn’t offer any. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest and let out a sigh.

“Was he not doing it on purpose? Didn’t you see it just now?” I took a deep breath, trying my best to suppress the fire burning in my chest, but my voice still trembled. “Mike, he just called Melanie a bastard to her face—why don’t you tell him, is Melanie really a bastard?” Mike paused for a second, a flicker of hesitation flashing across his face. But within moments, he lowered his head again, gently coaxing Oliver in his arms, completely ignoring my question, with no intention of asking Oliver to apologize.

I let out another long sigh I just don't know how things just keep getting worse. It's easy to want to make things work….. What if I just keep making it worse, like I have been doing so far…. My phone suddenly rang. The sound immediately pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked down at the screen. It was Drake, my private investigator. The second I picked, he started telling me the information I asked for. “His name is Mike, he's twenty-four years old, the third son of the String family. He had spent years abroad, he just returned to the country just three weeks ago…..He can't be the guy we're looking for."

“Do not worry, madame. There are guards everywhere. I will be safe.” I nodded, satisfied. But then I felt a sudden shift in the air. A heavy presence. A feeling of anger, dark and quiet. Justine suddenly went pale as he looked behind me. “M Master…” He immediately bowed his head. I turned around slowly and saw Mike standing there, his face completely emotionless. No warmth, no irritation, no expression at all. Just cold eyes staring right at me. Damn. What did I do this time? **** LMCD22

“Mike? You have to tell us why you did it. Who sent you?” Mike manages to open his swollen lids. They're the size of a small egg, and a veiny purple color. “No one. I'm sorry I did it, Lyssandra.” Whoever he's protecting has a serious, permanent hold on Mike. He has refused to divulge even a name. I'm impressed that he has held out this long. “You're lying to me, Mike.” The way she says it flatly makes my pulse skip. My fingers tighten on the gun without meaning to. I thought I was the dangerous one here.

And now here he was, standing in the hallway of the Brookside building, holding a plastic bag with two big packets of ramen and some eggs. We stared at each other for a full five seconds. Mike smiled after his initial shock, slowly and intentionally. Well, well, I could practically hear him think, my walking mystery just delivered herself to my doorstep. He was just a weirdo obsessed with the supernatural, and to him, I was a puzzle box wrapped in secrets. He probably wanted to write a blog post or something. “You,” “Me,” he agreed, his smile not fading. “Fancy meeting you in the slum of all places. Downgrading?”

] After that, he suddenly cut off like a chad. (You...!) Mike least know that Imuthis is not an enemy but... (He is more annoying than an enemy.) And so Mike continued his walking journey not knowing what is the place he will be. -----------------------------------

(Private First Class Mike) Carly looked at Mike blue eyes, and saw the man that she had questionably love and adored. Unlike the rest of the guards after the lockdown, in the northern gate, Mike and Rob were the only kinds ones of all, they protected everyone as they can, and actually she was saved by Mike when she went rampage on the Gate, he saved her from become a service woman and help her gain sanity back through his warmth and kindness. Since then Mike has been like her husband, the man that she always waited to come back home. But even thought their relationship has always been good, there were always a side of him that seems hidden. But she knew that side were not an affair or evil.

"What the f..." He couldn’t believe who was now in front of him. It was Mike. He was wearing the clothes that he had on when he was seen hanging up in his room. His lifeless eyes were looking at Kuya Devin as if he was pleading. The apparition was saying something, but Kuya couldn’t understand it. His voice was cutting in and out so none of his words were clear. It was like listening to a walkie-talkie message with a weak signal. "Mike, come on. Try to talk to me..." In a flash, it disappeared. To be continued...