Tmnt Mc Mikey Novels & Stories

he says, tossing the page away. He eyes me curiously, and when I catch a certain scent, I grimace instantly. Sure enough Mikey pops out somewhere in the back, seemingly from a hole in the ground. He dashes to me in an instant. Like usual, he’s not wearing the standard suit the males in my family do. He’s got on a t-shirt that’s so worn it has a few scattered holes, and jeans equally old that are slung so low on his hips a female would be drooling over his skin on display. His body is a swarm of random tattoos and scars he wears with pride. Though none are on his face and glaringly obvious like mine. I instantly try to come up with a reason for being here right now, but I don’t have one. Then

Man, what a happy past . "Mirchan? What are you thinking?" Mikey asked me. "Nothing. Just a happy memory of mine." I answer him. He eats taiyaki here at the shrine. "You? What are you thinking?" "Hm? Oh .. I'm thinking about her." Mikey replied. "Man, who? Which of the two?" I asked him. "Her." he replied. I gasped. Jeez, can't believe he's not yet over with Yen.

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.

My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms as I struggled to hold myself together because I know the mafia hates to be disobeyed. An animalistic growl left his mouth, followed by a sharp raspy order, "I SAID, STRIP!!!”

The football team fists bump Mikey and it’s so much I could do to try to squeeze my tiny, 160-centimeter frame through the horde of broad-shouldered lackeys surrounding him and Becca, the new ‘It’ couple, it seems. Mikey is a hammerhead football player who’s dumber than a box of screws but I guess Becca doesn’t like him for his philosophical views on things. He is ginormous compared to his teammates, with broad shoulders and arms thicker than my thighs. He's also really handsome, in that rugged manly-man type of way. Not my type but I can still see the appeal... if he doesn’t open his mouth that is.

Then a small window in the door flickered open, revealing a pair of suspicious eyes. "We're closed," a gravelly voice said. James leaned in. "Tell Big Mike that Jimmy Watson needs help. Code word: Thunderbird." His eyes went wide with recognition. The window slammed shut again, and they heard the sound of several locks being undone. The doors opened, and standing in the opening was a jacked mountain of a man with tattoos slathered all over his arms. "Jimmy? That really you?" James managed a grin. "Hey, Big Mike. Long time no see."

I tell him, bouncing on my toes to keep the blood pumping. Mickey ignores my words to come up and grab me by the back of the neck, pulling my six foot five inch frame down to his nearly five foot nothing so that we’re forehead to forehead. “You ready, kid? This is your biggest fight to date. This fucker is damn good.” I smile, putting my hands on his shoulders. “Not as good as me.” Finally, Mickey smiles. He smacks me lightly on the face. “Damn straight.” Turning to Jimmy, who just walked in the door to call us out, Mickey says, “Tape him up as we walk.”

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

But it was answered now so there will be more cards under me. He said to Imuthis but inside his thoughts are all shouting in joy for his accomplishment. (FINALLY I'M TAKING MY REVENGE! IT'S BEEN YEAR SINCE YOU'VE BEEN FOLLOWING ME BUT THIS TIME IS MY VICTORY! HAHAHA... MY HANDS ARE STILL TREMBLING.) The reason the monster is groaning in pain because Mike used the tentacles as a rope to tie up the creature's inside and pulled its organ inside out. Mike did that when takes a rest inside the stomach.

Mateo said and Natalia nodded and smiled at me. “Me? Who? More friends?” “Nah, this one is a guy.. A badass guy. Well, I mean he looks like one.” “What was his name again?” Mateo asked as he turned around like he was about to call for him. “Zade?” Mikey said and Mateo clapped his hands. “Zade, Mike is back.” A young guy with full plump lips, blond short hair, 5 '9 tall or thereabout stepped out from the kitchen, ran, and gave Mikey a big hug. Mikey looked shocked, and traumatized.