Tmnt Mikey X Donnie Novels & Stories

“Keep your fucking guard up, Tommy! You drop it again and I’ll come in there myself.” The kid scrambled up fast, nodding like his life depended on it. I leaned against a railing, arms crossed, feeling the bond pulse hotter. This Nico? He was considerably more interesting than the cold, ledger-keeping version I’d married. This one looked like he’d throw a punch first and calculate the consequences later. Dangerous in a way that made my stomach tighten and my thighs press together. He caught me staring and smirked. That almost-smile, but meaner down here. He walked over, wiping sweat off his brow even though he hadn’t been fighting yet.

At least two. My pulse began pounding again, harder now. The throbbing in my head matching its rhythm. “You can’t just—” My voice cracked slightly. I forced it to be steadier. “Do you know who I belong to?” One of the men snorted quietly. “Frank Costello will—” A kick to my stomach cut the sentence in half. I folded forward and screamed. Footsteps echoed somewhere behind me, lighter than the heavy boots I had heard moving around the room earlier.

Peterman piped in before Dennis could speak. " Yes Dennis, thank God Ace was there just in time," Mr. Peterman said. They spent the next few minutes chatting happily until someone cleared his throat. All eyes moved to the direction and they saw Ace walking inside with a huge Mickey Mouse stuffie. "Uncle Damion.....you brought Mickey with you," Dennis squealed in excitement. " Yes little guy, Mickey is here to tell you to get well soon and not give mummy too much trouble," Damian said, handing the toy to Dennis.

Mikey looked at him and gave Nori a big smile and then run to Nori. “Jwast kwidding Dwadee,” he said as he raised his cute little arms to Nori so that Nori would pick him up. It’s funny how I just noticed it now, how big and muscled Drake, Nori, Calvin, and Leon are compared to human guys. And seeing Nori picking up Mikey made Mikey look like a baby. “Mikey looks like Nori’s real son,” Drake said as we watch how Mikey gives his dad, multiple kisses on his face.

"What can I say? I like his type, a good blood that would choose to die for his brother rather than watch him suffer with him let alone suffering alone" Minsk said as he gets up from his seat and draw his smoke again and throw away the remaining part. Then he looked at Tony. "Let's visit the school again today, I have feeling we would meet something great" "Maybe it would be your brother, and then both of you would suffer till death!" Minsk said as Tony gets up from the ground and both of them transforms to dragon and flew away. And that's just it, Mike was the only one who has no super power among the four friends.

He glared at me, growling in warning before kicking my knee, causing me to double over and momentarily loosen his hand before he punched me in the face, and that is when all hell broke loose and the two of us started throwing random punches at one another, waiting for the other to collapse. “Boss…” Carter said, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me back just as Donato pulled his father away. Donatello’s eyes were dark with anger, and for a second, I believed that he might end up shifting, but knowing that there were humans around, I could tell that he forced himself to remain controlled. “The next time you approach my wife, my hand won’t be the only weapon that you would be dealing with” I

Donni bowed, not being able to last a second without trying to be funny. I opened my mouth, ready to snap back but let it go. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. "You're still standing here," he noted. "Anything else you want me to do for you?" "Have you heard about what happened with Mikael?" "Yeah, one of the guys told me," Donni replied, tossing his cigarette on the ground. "Can't believe you walked away without blasting a hole through that fucker." "How much time would you need to find a buyer who can cover our losses?" I asked, dismissing the second part of his sentence. He had the same mindset as Gian. I often worried my brother and my friend, with the big mouths, wouldn't make it past t

It looked like they were hugging. Catching them “red-handed”, Donald yelled, “Hah, and you sounded so upright. You b*stards are hugging right before my eyes!” Doug seethed. Letting go of Mikaela, he took a step forward and side kicked Donald. Before the latter could react, his chest was kicked and both his feet left the floor—he was flung to the air. While it was not as exaggerated as the films that he flew eight to ten meters away, he did skid some two meters off.

Dante stood in front of the bathroom mirror knotting his tie three times before Tommy appeared in the doorway. "You look terrified." "I look fine." "You look like a man about to face a firing squad." Tommy leaned against the frame, smirking. "Which, to be fair, is a step up from six months ago when you were the firing squad." Dante pointed at the door. "Out." "Relax. He's good, man. He's really good for you." Tommy lost the smirk for a second, genuine underneath it. "I've known you a long time. I've never seen you look at anything the way you look at him."

I had been outside, on the hunting grounds with the other men when he had walked up to me. He was older than me by just barely eleven months, and he had looked soft, but he didn’t flinch as he watched me shoot down the birds. I remembered exactly what he was wearing, a blue shirt that hit his knees, way too big shorts and a teddy bear that he held so close to his chest it looked deformed. He had come up to me later during the dinner, sans teddy bear, to ask if I could teach him how to shoot. He stared me straight in the eye, not a single stammer lining his voice. I had said yes, and that was where our brotherhood started.