Stranger Things Mike Novels & Stories

Alpha Damien felt a cold wave of anger wash over him when the guards reported that Mike had vanished without a trace. There was a feeling of unrest in the room as pieces of information came through. "Alpha," Alfred began, his voice laced with frustration and concern, "we searched Mike's residence thoroughly. There was nothing left—no personal items, no signs of a struggle, nothing. It's as if he vanished into thin air. We spoke to the neighbors, and they mentioned seeing him moving things out of his apartment over the past week. But for the last two days, he’s been completely off the radar. No one’s seen or heard from him."

“Relax, Mike. She’ll be here. She wouldn’t embarrass you by not showing up in front of everyone agian.” Another scoffed. “Yeah, she’s dragged this on long enough. After all the fuss, she’s bound to come around today.” Mike didn’t respond. He didn’t like uncertainty. And right now, something felt off. Before he could dwell on it further, the doors swung open. Mike turned sharply—expecting Emily, expecting her hesitation, her last-minute return to reason— But instead, a man walked in. A stranger. Tall, well-dressed, with an air of professionalism that didn’t belong to anyone in this room.

Stepping towards the bed, I stopped in front of the guy who was clearly suffering from his wounds. He was groaning and clenching his teeth. Yet, he's so stubborn and refuses to get treated. “You- Theo, Wellington. My Dad sent you, right?” Mike sat up when he saw me. His expression looked the same as that of the nurses. He looked as if he'd finally found a savior and I wondered why. “I know the heavens are with me.” Mike clasped my hand desperately. “Someone as mighty and powerful as you in Los Angeles will definitely end my bad day. Find and bring me Dr. Olivia. I'll do whatever you ask me after that.”

Mike slipped out first and put his hand on top of my head as I slid out, Lia following behind me. While Mike uncuffed me, I stared at the tree line across the clearing. The air was eerie, and no animal or insect sounds pervaded the air. Once I crossed that tree line, my life and safety lay in my own hands. “Why did you do it?” Mike asked. His voice was low and sad. I stared at Mike, searching for animosity and hatred, but found none. Genuine curiosity and sadness shone in his blue eyes. Mike was one of my father’s most trusted soldiers. Although he was only thirty, he rose through the military ranks because of his dedication and remarkable skills in keeping our pack safe.

He looked at Mike, then at Talon, then finally at me. I stood frozen on the porch steps. For a moment, the three men looked like a Renaissance painting — generations of stubbornness and damage, all kneeling in sawdust and sunlight. Mike wheezed, closing his eyes tight and clutching his head. “Mike,” Jake snapped. “You’re white as a ghost. What the hell’s going on?” I ushered the kids into the house and made my way back to my dad’s side, crouching near his head. Mike hesitated, his breath hitching as he looked up at us. His eyes were haunted, filled with a fear I’d never seen before. “I… I need to tell you something,” he said, his voice barely audible.

His gaze fixed on Clara, sharp and curious, with a hint of awe. “You must be Clara,” he said carefully, adjusting his glasses. “I’m Mike. I… handle the tech here. And, well… I think you just made my morning a lot more interesting.” Clara blinked. “I… I don’t belong here. I shouldn’t even be—” Mike gave a small, understanding smile. “I get it. You feel out of place. You’re not crazy, and you’re not imagining things. There’s… something about you. Something powerful. Don’t be afraid to take your time.”

] Mike: [I’m at the gate. Brandon: [You’re WHAT?!] Mike: [I brought Big H and Shea with me.] Brandon felt a spike of pure dread. [Why would you bring the kids? Don't be an idiot, Mike! Don't use Shea as a shield. Ethan will snap. The place is crawling with snipers you can't even see. If you move wrong, you’re dead.] Mike: [I’m touched you care. But Big H wouldn't let me leave without him. Don't interfere.]

“Mike watched us. And now… he’s going to join us.” Paul’s mouth fell open. “Wait—Mike? Like, Uncle’s friend Mike? Are you serious?” Before he could spiral, the basement door creaked open upstairs. Heavy footsteps descended. Mike appeared at the bottom of the stairs, tall, tattooed, and radiating that calm, powerful energy that had wrecked me in the car. His eyes moved from me to Paul’s exposed cock still in my grip, and a slow, hungry grin spread across his face. “Well, well,” Mike rumbled, voice low and amused. “This the surprise?”

"Trust me you do not want to fall for her. She is a manipulative mean plastic." "Well we are friends. I haven't thought anything much more than that." Mike replied sipping his milk tea " It will be better this way. You don't want shit in your life." After coffee, Mike departed from my office. He booked a cab and was on the way to his apartment. Suddenly his phone buzzed. 1 new message received It was a message from Jeff "Hey Bro... We are out of grocery stock. On your way please pick some bread, eggs. butter and bacon for dinner. I will be out for an audition. Thanks"

a simple answer, but Mike seems fulfilled. He nodded and wait until he goes. He opened his phone and launched the CAM application he is using from its launch. “Sam Ramos … this man is the top streamer?” he keeps on visiting his profile, but he knocks it off when a young lady calls his name from a decent distance. “Babe!” Mike immediately goes to her and maintains social distancing until they reach a motel nearby. Mike is a naughty twenty-three years old Civil Engineering senior. He always wanted new-- if he tastes it, he can throw it like a lollipop from his mouth.