The Mc Novels & Stories

I'm not happy about showing up at the office wearing a tux, but there's nothing I can do about it. We get back in the car and make our way to the office. Shane my head driver is driving us, while Zane and I sit in the back seat with Maverick. We're singing in our seats to MMMBop by Hanson. Maverick had heard me playing it one day in the office and has demanded it ever since. It quickly became his favourite song. Probably because he could pronounce a lot of the words. MMMBop. After I'd heard the song on repeat for the tenth time, I look up wondering why we weren't at the office yet.

It wouldn’t be her ‘now’ tomorrow; maybe it wouldn’t be her ‘now’ ever again. They drank, then Aidan headed off back to the bar. Jo looked around again, more carefully, and saw that Zoe hadn’t been kidding when she’d said that Dangerous Curves was Bad Boy Central: it was positively teeming with dangerous biker types, though nobody was in a cut. She turned to Mac again, examined his long hair and laser-beam eyes, his tattoos and jeans and tight t-shirt. “Are you – are you in an MC too? You and King?” she asked, remembering how Silver hadn’t been wearing his club colors that night in Omaha. “Is that how you guys know Wolf and The Road Devils? And Zoe?”

(MC Jea) The only person that was fast to react was The main MC, known as MC Jea, a charming and funny middle-aged man. He has been an MC for many shows, naturally, he has seen so many incidents before, but this is his first time to see someone who’s brazen like Kyu Dong Woo before his eyes.

May scanned the compound well as she got out, clutching her purse tighter because she couldn't afford to lose the money Edric had given her. There was a rusty car, covered in dust with one tire missing and it's windscreen broken. It was parked close to the dogs. May sucked in a deep breath trying to compose herself and stop her heart from jumping out. "Which one did you say was your house?" She asked, referring to the seven buildings in front of them. "There. The cream-colored one," he pointed at a building that was almost out of view from where they stood. The Banga tree leaves had hidden it.

’ He asked, pointing at the cuffs and raising an eyebrow. ‘They belong to Mr Morningstar, and he has been good enough to allow us to use them. Miss Kenny is proving to be more trouble than she is worth. It is quite obvious to the Council that you four ‘Suitors’, shall we say, are incapable of controlling her. The World MC Commander is arriving next Friday to give out honours to the MC clubs who have helped during this earthquake crisis. Drake Maddox is the Supreme High Commander of all MC Clubs; his word is law, and he will oversee the marriage of this little MC Princess to an MC King. If the four of you cannot agree on who that King will be, then she will be

Her eyes shone brightly and smiled at Theodore. "Thank you, Theodore!" Minutes had passed, a man started walking on the huge stage. He had long hair with a formal black suit. He was holding a microphone and a paper. "Good morning, Everyone! In 1 minute, we are starting the most awaited contest!" He greeted with a big smile. "Just to remind you all, I am Henry Karl, the MC for our most awaited contest! It was such an honor for all of the Clan Masters to invite me to be the MC. Anyway, are you guys excited?"

I said as I lead him to the theater room. I open the door to reveal a large flat-screen television surrounded by large sofas. There was also a mini bar at the side with cotton candy and a popcorn machine. I watch as Alex walks inside the room to take a look around. He stood in front of the popcorn machine before turning to look at me. "Mind if I have some? For the tour?" He asked. "Sure," I said as I approach him. I turned on the machine and we just stood there watching the kernels pop, one after another.

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

“Did you use that disappearing trick I taught you?” “Yeah, worked like a charm.” Myah’s wrist watch then beeps. “Ugh. Okay, so go over the plan one more time with me.” “Uncle and Auntie come home, you got to work, I take a ‘shower’,” When she says that word, she puts her hands in the air and does the two-fingered quotation marks, “, at and exactly 10.45pm I must be ready to open the doors.” Myah nods approvingly and goes back to watching the TV.

But why let a small detail like that stand in the way? An hour later, she stood in front of her mirror, admiring her makeshift disguise: baggy blue pants, a brown belt with a cobra buckle, a collared shirt tucked under a dark vest, black hat, a fake mustache, and boots that had seen better days. "Not bad," she mused. Her reflection was, at best, unconvincing, but desperate times called for questionable outfits.