Total Drama Mike Personalities Novels & Stories

"That's not what—" Mike sighed. "I'm traumatized by the way." He headed for the stairs. "Goodnight, big brother." The omega watched him climb the stairs. "Goodnight," he whispered. As he heard Mike enter his room, Simon collapsed on the floor, running a hand a through his hair. He thought of Kyle's mouth, hands and eyes on him and his gaze fell on his pants. "I'm fucked." ***************** Vernon slowly sipped his apple juice as he watched the show on the television. "Why do people enjoy in this?" he wondered, nose scrunching at the romantic scene on the screen.

I thought “I’m fine;” I said sitting on my bed “Are you sure?” “Should I get you some drugs?” He asked I smirked “And is this really the Mike I know?” . . . T.B.C. ************************************************************************** Hmmm, Mike has started caring for her ohh Maybe he has started developing feelings for her or what do you think?? Like and comment for faster update

And now, everything he’d schemed for was at the bottom of a sink. The news reached me by sunset. A heavy weight settled in my chest, a mixture of horror and a strange, cold dread. “She really did it?” I asked Mike, my voice barely a whisper. “Drowned herself in the clinic,” Mike sighed, setting a bowl of steaming porridge on the table. “It’s haunting, honestly. I can’t imagine being that desperate. I’m too afraid of the dark to ever go out like that.” I knew why Mike stayed so close to me. He was terrified of his own fragility, of the day his heart might stop beating, and he viewed me as his primary anchor to the living world.

Whatever it may be. He groaned into my neck, the vibrations on my skin causing a new wave of arousal and desire to flood my lower region. “We got the suspect.” He mumbled. My brows gathered in confusion; I pulled back so I could look at him. Mike lifted his head, his eyes finding mine, and the sorrow I saw in them almost broke my heart. I wasn’t used to seeing these emotions in my man, he was always the jubilant, carefree Beta, who rarely lost his shit and only a few times let his anger take over. “If you got him, then why the sadness, why the tension?” Did they lose a warrior, did something else happen?

He mocks as he takes another swig of his coffee. “Actually I was just about to log into mine. I’ve got to set the example for my underlings of course.” “Oh, is that so? Last I checked, we had the same score on our police exams.” Mike was a funny guy. “Before or after you sat behind me during the written exam?” I mock as I begin sifting through dozens and dozens of spam emails. “WOW, got me there.” He laughs as he types away on his computer. Mike might seem like the type of cop you’d hate to have to deal with in a daily basis but the truth was that he was a stand up guy - most of the time.

Mike said as a greeting. “Hey,” I replied, surprised to see him. “Shouldn’t you be in the alpha meetings?” “You’re kidding me, right?” Mike said with a laugh. “I wouldn’t last ten minutes before I killed them all and just be done with it. That’s more Alice’s thing.” “But you’re the alpha.” “So the fuck what? She’s the luna and good at all the diplomacy shit,” Mike said, then shrugged. I rubbed the back of my neck. “Yeah, you got a point there... and it works for you guys?”

“Beta.” Mike’s voice grabbed my attention and I whipped around to face him. He had a new look. His hair was shaved off into a brush cut and he pierced one of his ears and put a gold stud. It seems he had gone for a makeover in the morning that’s why he was an hour late today. Mike was the head warrior, the fifth in rank from Desmond who’s a Delta and also a human. Desmond works on our Mafia business in the human town. “Yes. Where is she?” I asked almost immediately. My stomach was twisting with nerves thinking something happened to her while I was away.

I'm not feeling cheerful, but it's unexpectedly good to see them. Machines stop, weights clang, and three sets of eyes turn my way. I'm heading toward the free weights, but stop. No one said "hey," or "hello," or even "fuck you", for that matter. "What's up?" I ask, even though I have a pretty good idea. Mike moves forward. He's the only one of the three who's married. He should also be at work. "Are you fucking around with Danny?" Mike is the one who kept my brother and me from killing each other over Cami. He's a big dude, with a bit of a beer belly and lots of hard muscle thrown in. He takes no crap on the field or off of it.

“Please, hear me out. He didn’t mean….” I scoff,“What do you wanna say? That he didn’t mean to kill Ramos? I saw him, he killed Ramos without a second thought” “I know what you saw Gigi and I swear it’s terrifying, but trust me Mike is a good man, he will never hurt you” “Well that’s hard to believe” I turn to her. “Tell me, what exactly is Mike. Cause the man I saw killing Ramos wasn’t my husband but a beast” Amanda sighed,“Mike is a Mafia Prince”

Mike says. I can only laugh, but really, seriously, does this man think that he and his family treated me well? Mike is delusional. He was never good to me. He was never the husband I deserved to have. He will never be Damon. After what they have done to me, he really believed that I still care about him. I never cared about him. I was just used to him, and I think I felt sorry for him because I knew that he was never meant to be an attorney. Mike was never good at being an attorney, and he would have been nothing if it were not for me. I was the one handling all these cases. I was not happy with the way he and his father handled it. I was not happy with them bribing witnesses.