Tmnt Michelangelo Skateboard Novels & Stories

Tallulah's POV Seeing him in a totally different outfit made me doubt if I was staring at the same gangster I met a few days ago. He still looked a bit wild, but not in a way that screamed drugs and guns. He just seemed like the kind that would attract trouble even without trying. And that skateboard he clenched casually as he strode into the classroom showed just how daring he was. Who skates to class? “I expect you all to share McAlister's resolve to arrive at my class early. I do not tolerate lateness.”

DECLAN'S POV The loose gravel crunched beneath my boots as I shifted my weight on my feet, cementing them to the ground as I prepared myself to fight if need be. It was inches away now, it bowed its head and stretched a skinless arm in my direction for me to shake. I was hesitant at first but I took his hand anyway. "I'm Major Skully." He had impossibly enormous hands - his over-enthusiastic handshake could snap a human's wrist right off. His tight grip shattered the bones in my wrist. I didn't flinch, I refused to show weakness. I pulled my hand away without making a sound.

he muttered to himself --- 12 Minutes Later Matteo darted through city streets like a man being chased by ghosts — which, technically, wasn’t too far from the truth. He skidded into Primo’s, grabbed the box, shouted a thank-you he didn’t mean, and ran out. Two blocks to go. Then: disaster. A kid on a hoverboard cut him off. Matteo swerved, missed a trash can by inches, only to crash into a cyclist with strong opinions and no brakes. The pizza box flew.

I say and he looks it over before nodding walking away. I grab a machete, pellet gun, and smirk thinking about what I am going to do to this one. Not ten minutes later I see Knuckles bring him in down below, I see other utensils already down there, and I walk over to the slide. As soon as Knuckles walks out, I slide down kneeling in front of my prey. His hands are behind his back, sitting in a chair, in only boxers, + "Who are you?" The guy barks and I smirk.

He caught me mid-air and slammed me to the mat—without enough force to injure but enough to piss me off. I rolled, kicked up, and slashed at his arm. He blocked with his forearm, the wood of the practice blade cracking on contact. "You're holding back," I said, panting. "So are you." We locked blades again, his grip iron. His forearm flexed, and I couldn't help but notice the tattoo beneath his sleeve. It looked like... a raven. Black, simple, dangerous. Mafia elite. My suspicion deepened. With a snarl, I broke free, ducked under his arm, and landed a kick to his side. He grunted but didn't move.

Toma snatched him quickly by his head and squeezed it. "That's my treasure!" Toma yelled at him. Mushu shrieked and squirmed, trying to get free as he cried out in pain. Toma flicked him off me and got to his feet, getting away from me and went after him. "RAWR!" Mushu shifted into a larger form quickly and roared back at him defensively. Toma ran up to him anyways and shoved him. He growled at Toma and then knocked him down, crawling over him then laid down on him, starting to squish him.

Simon tumbled and Mitch landed on top of his chest. Mitch flipped over quickly, got to his feet. Ignoring the dizziness, ignoring the stabbing pain in his side and his lungs, Mitch raised his right foot and brought it down hard on Simon’s extended left shin. Simon howled and Mitch did it again. This time, he heard something snap, and he knew that he’d probably just ended the man’s pro kickboxing career.

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ I had blood on my knuckles, dirt on my shoes, and a headache pounding in my skull. “Bring him out,” I growled. Tomaso shoved the first one forward, a twitchy Lombardi runner, maybe twenty, maybe younger. Skinny kid with scabbed knuckles and too much gel in his hair. I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the metal storage container so hard the whole thing boomed.

Adam's whirled around to look at the screen only to see troops of paramilitary officers loading the gangsters into their vehicles. The camera then cut to one of them who happened to be the Three Tattoo Dragon himself. The voice of the newscaster resounded. "Mr. Kyle Michel carried out an operation among his men today which resulted in the capturing of a group of dangerous criminals. They are headed by an Isaiah Skate who has committed a number of serious crimes over the past few years. He will be dealt with severely...." Carmen and her mother took a while to recover from their shock. "Big Brother Isaiah Skate, got busted?" Carmen croaked after a long moment.

His look was more classic Italian than anyone else in the room. “I want to see that move. I blinked, I missed it, and I need to see it.” Dante walked up and rested his hand on my shoulder. I smiled at him. “Too bad I don’t give my moves away,” I told Gregorio. “Aww, come on. Give us a break. She landed like a tree after a chainsaw went through it. If her skull isn’t cracked, it’s a miracle. She’s gonna need surgery for the knee.” “Grey,” Dante said. “Go mind your own fucking business.”