Tmnt Mikey X Donnie Novels & Stories

I replied, “Calliope and I are not in a relationship. I have a promise to her to help her realize his dream.” "And what promise is that?" Donnie asked. “Making Calliope a diva,” I replied. Donnie then poured a shot of liquor and handed it to me, "I congratulate you." "Thanks," I said, taking the shot from Donnie. After taking a sip of the shot, I asked Donnie, "So, what have you been up to lately?" "I have nothing else to do but work and face the demands of the damn Indonesian Muslim Defender," Donnie replied.

Uncle Calvin didn’t answer back, instead, he smiled as he and Mikey both fell on the ring at the same time. Uncle Leon immediately rushed to check on Mikey and called some medics to look at him and then went straight to Uncle Calvin. I can see the panic on Uncle Leon’s face as he checks both of them. “What’s wrong?” I asked as I kneeled beside Uncle Leon. Who looked up at me and said, “I don’t have time to explain, but can you accompany Mikey to the Pack’s hospital?” he asked. “Uncle Leon, in case you have forgotten, Mikey and I had broken up,” I said, still not understanding the rush, they are both shifters, they can heal themselves.

With bated breath, awed and full of disbelief, they had watched as Lucien Delano, the ageing Mafia Don, had calmly stripped off his shirt after tossing his jacket to the dust as he prepared to take on El Toro in a man-to-man fight. The Mafia Don had challenged El Toro to a hands-on fight, just the two of them. Lucien Delano’s body was gleaming with sweat but there was no getting away from his musculature. The bunched muscles on his shoulders, the perfectly sculpted abs. O’Grady, a boxer in his own right, although he did not have the huge experience that Lucien Delano had, of course. But watching him fight, the intensity, the power behind the Mafia Don’s punches, the way he moved lightning sw

Karen asked, her tone and facial expression suggesting that she was stunned with what Donnie had said. Why wouldn't she be stunned? She had heard of the biker gang, they were an underground crime organization, and a powerful one too. "I was one of them… actually, but I had enough of that kind of life you know, and then I decided to quit… but turns out, that's not some shit you can just quit when you want to." Donnie replied, briefly staring at the ceiling as he continued in a regretful tone, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you've just made an enemy out of them by helping me, and now they are not going to stop until we are both dead." Donnie turned to look at Liam with an apologetic expression, kn

Who else could do the job other than her? Just as everyone was muttering under their breath, a deep voice sounded off. “Me!” Then, a man stepped out from the crowd. It was Donnie with a sinister look on his face. This caused a stir amongst the Damien family. “Second Young Master?” “The Second Young Master is back?” After Donnie escaped from Pearl City five years ago, his whereabouts had been a mystery. Everyone thought that he had died and they were surprised to see he had returned. Lolita trembled and looked shocked. Eventually, she calmed down and thought, ‘No wonder Grady was so confident to tell me to give up my position as the heir. He brought my second uncle.’

“if I don’t stop this now it’s still early, there would be a repeat of this incidence, and our enemies will make a mess of us. No one, can mess with the Martello’s and go free. He should be thanking his stars he’s still breathing, and this is because the shipment was found, nothing was missing, and my deal with the Russians went through. However, pray he speaks up and tells me who he works for, or else you will be picking up his bloody body parts off the floor since you care so much about him Damien.” I stare at Damien for a while, till he cowers a little, breaking my eyes away from his, I proceed to kick my prey hard in the spine “I need you talking asap” I say after picking up the chain sa

She was still trying to relax Donnie after seeing the worry in his eyes. “I’ve been training for months, and I’ve fought some of your men. But I’ve never fought a machine before. I don’t know if I can fight and kill 2Pac in front of millions of people.” A tremor escaped from Donnie’s voice as he spoke. He glanced across the room at his two daughters, making sure they couldn’t hear what he was saying.

She kissed me then, slow and certain, the kind of kiss that made the world tilt. And I thought, for the first time in years, that maybe forever wasn’t a myth. That night, we cooked together in the villa’s kitchen. Holly chopped vegetables, Dante burned garlic, Santino poured wine like it was strategy. The staff watched from the doorway, smiling, whispering. The Don was laughing. The Don was living. The Don was in love. We ate under the stars, the sea whispering below, the air warm and full of promise. And I thought:

Mikey curses and looks around but I guess the coast is clear because he slips in and closes the door behind him, "I need you to make my face bleed somehow. Punch me hard." "What?" He asks, looking at me like I'm the biggest weirdo. Mikey is the slowest one, but he always does what I ask, "Fine, I guess..." He gets his fist ready and I brace myself, but right before he goes to punch me, he stops and grabs his rifle. "I think this is going to be easier," he says and takes it off the sling. I don't think he wants to shoot me, so I lift an eyebrow as I watch him turn it around to hit me with the back of it, "Bring your face closer."

Thanks to Doni, who talked about strip clubs and strippers at every opportunity, Eugene knew everything about the nearby strip clubs and their strippers despite never having visited one. Big Mouth. That was Doni's nickname. True to his nickname, he was an incredible chatterbox. In this world, talking too much unnecessarily was practically inviting death, but he had the skill to know what to say even while chattering. His chatter was exhausting, but thanks to him, Eugene had learned a lot about this place.