Total Drama Mike Personalities Novels & Stories

I was glad that I could finally pay attention to something in order other than the strippers. "You finally entered your club," Mike smirked at me. He was more of a playboy, getting the other gender's attention with just a smile. His brown hair and brown eyes made him look approachable, but his business partners knew how devilish he was. He was a drug dealer and I did most of my deals with him. And beside him was Luka, his best friend. They were no different from each other in terms of businesses but Luka was the opposite of him when it comes to his playboy personality.

How special is she? "Who is she?" "Non of your business," he answered rudely. Mike looked at Ryan suspiciously. Maybe she is the woman. "Is she your girl?" "I said it's non of your business," "I deserve to know," Mike still said stubbornly. Mike has been Ryan personal doctor and close friend. Mike has been friends with him since high school. Then he was the Senior, Ryan was the junior. Mike is a top known renowned doctor in the whole of America. Not just anyone can afford to see him or approach him. He is always the busy type and his schedule, always tight and today, he had to leave all his work to attend to Ryan.

that might be something like an airhead, the naive protagonist will say. Mike wants his satisfaction to the utmost limit. He wants to be satisfied again by the foods from the surface. If he dies he wants to let his bloodline continue to be satisfied. He's a man after all. If he dies he wants everyone to remember him as someone who achieved great things for heroic deed or a villainous deed to be satisfied. He seriously doesn't want to be remembered as someone's son, he doesn't want that to happen.

he responded with a warm grin. Mike certainly looked like a human. I never had a chance to ask Martha whether everyone working for the Duke knew about vampires or not. Now it was awkward to ask Mike if he was a human or a half-human, half-vampire like Martha. I ended up staring at him the entire way to the Argent Investment Bank, hoping that his behavior would give me some clue. Of course… his behavior wasn't helpful at all. He was carelessly cheerful as if he had overdosed on Prozac or drank three liters of coffee at least. He was disarmingly talkative, and with his big bright eyes and ginger hair, he resembled a little squirrel. He was respectful, but hearing too many words before eight o'

I definitely know these people are involved in crimes and they only cover it up with their beautiful mansion and lots of money. "You heard me Kemi." Mike points out shaking his head at me as he stands up from the chair he was sitting on. I have had a wrong impression about Mike when Lucy brought me yesterday. I thought he was like those scary looking men wearing suits but he is actually nice... I think. "If you have been here for that long, that means you enjoy your job?" I ask in disbelief. Who enjoys preparing people for auctioning? He walks over to the window and slides it open to the right before turning to me.

He adjusted the cuff of his sleeve and stared out the window. "I just need the proper timing. A fish doesn't bite the hook the moment you throw it into the water." The assistant nodded. "And Damien?" Mike chuckled. "Damien is predictable. That's his weakness." "How so, sir?" "Because the moment Aiden is involved, he stops thinking like a businessman and starts thinking emotionally." A dangerous glint flashed across Mike's eyes. "For now, however, it's time to throw a few scandals into the fire." The assistant straightened.

I'm curious why Mr Davis keeps me apart from my friends. Mike kept his notebook on my desk, saying, "I don't have space on my desk to keep my notebook, so let it be here for a while." When I looked at his desk, it was cluttered with notebooks. Mike is a nerd in the class who I despise. He studies a lot, I mean. He always has his book with him when I see him. I'm wondering if he's a vampire because he never falls asleep in class. He was constantly alert in all classes and active until the end of the day. After college, I see him playing soccer with his friends. I'm curious how he maintains such stamina.

Mike suddenly dropped to the ground with a loud thud. He was enraged and looked coldly at Josh. Alice was taken aback as well and her heart began to race. “No, I didn’t mean that,” Jose exclaimed in panic. Mike was always friendly, but he seemed irritated at that time. He looked at Josh coldly, as if he wanted to kill him. Alice reflected on what Josh had said. She was sure that Mike’s wife's death had something to do with Dragon, but she wondered why he should compensate Mike.

Dressed in a white cape covering jeans and a shirt, my foster caretaker completely blocks my form from Valeriu's view, and I sigh in relief. “I suggest you leave before I teach you what an experienced, albeit retired, beta wolf can do with a young pup like you. Trust me, it's going to hurt, and our alpha is going to turn a blind eye. The threat hangs in the air, spoken with an authority Valeriu would never dream of having in his eighteen-year-old voice. The room is silent, filled with dense tension for a long time before I hear the wolf running away, followed by two pairs of fast moving footsteps. My tough foster caretaker turns around slowly, lowering his hood and pushing his long gray hair

Mr Troy had blasted at her last week at the office. “You can consider this your last case with the agency!” He added coldly. Mike wasn't even helping issues. She had gotten home that day to meet Mike in his dirty green shorts and cream socks, buried in his game with his lazy-ass friend like him, Jay. “You're moody because of a job?” “Lighten up! Make me some omelet!” “I haven't showered too. You can run my bath too.” He said, itching his crackly neck. Jessica thought of her current life as a mess and Mike's weight on her made it worse.