Total Drama Mike Personalities Novels & Stories

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.

"Trust me, it's safe." Mike opens his eyes and glares at me with the kind of fury that would be intimidating if he wasn't currently tied up on his own floor looking like he lost a fight with his own furniture. "What are you doing? Untie me. Untie me right now." I actually laugh. "Who did you think I was, Mike? Did you honestly believe I'd come here without a plan? I was with you for years. I know exactly how you think. You're like a badly written thriller novel. Predictable plot, disappointing ending."

He crosses stairs, enters his room and pulls out a box from his wardrobe, but now he walks slowly and sits on the bed. “Ah, how cruelly the bastards have beaten me once, just once, meet me, Grasis, then see what will happen to you, if your life is not made a torment, then my name is not Mike Abram, for the sake of love you have killed me now your life will be tormented by such hands.” He was muttering while talking to himself while now Aria had also come in this room. Mike was unbuttoning his shirt with his hands but it was very difficult for him to do that. She immediately stepped forward and grabbed his hands.

Mike screamed in frustration. For several minutes, I was speechless. "Aiden was right," I mumbled to myself, then looked up at Mike again "but why? Why are you doing this?" "Because they got Leah, and he.....killed Rob, and Rob is dead.....because of me." Mike sobbed and sat on the sofa, his face hidden behind his hands. I had no idea what was going on, but there was something fishy. Who were the 'they' Mike was referring to? I sat down next to him and gingerly kept my hand on his shoulder.

“Is everyone okay?” Daniel leaned back against the wall, his eyes closing for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. “We lost Mike,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “He didn’t make it. Tasha’s in a coma, but the doctors are hopeful. Ethan… he’s okay. Just shaken up.” There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Stanley’s voice spoke again, softer. “I’m sorry, Daniel. Mike was a good man. His wife and kid… they’ll be well taken care of, won’t they?”

"No, thank you. Mike is waiting." I detach myself from him and cross the room, feeling his gaze follow me. When I reach Mike, the air around him is glacial. "Did you have a good time?" he asks in a voice too calm. "He dances well." "That's the only thing he does well, besides hiding the bodies of his ex-mistresses." I raise an eyebrow. "Are you jealous?" He emits a short, humorless laugh. "Jealous? Of that perfumed clown? No, Tara. I am furious. You're playing with fire in a room full of gasoline. You know what he does to women he's interested in?"

"I'll ask him myself… I don't believe he would do such a thing! He won't kill anyone for nothing..." Wesley put down the apple and the peeling knife, "Don't go. After he meets Chad, he will come back." "Wesley, why do you think Mike will kill people?" Avery's body was tense, and she was feeling a little emotional. "He's not that kind of person." "Mike is a good friend to me. Of course, I hope he is law-abiding, but Mike is different from us. He is impulsive and doesn't take laws and regulations seriously."

“So, Simon is the only one who knows how your father dies? He is the personality that wants to forget that part?” Mia looked into space. “We think both personalities know how he died. One is trying to forget it; one is trying to kill whoever it was that did it.” “Michael?” Zoe asked and Mia nodded her head. “Michael. He is the violent one. He sees everyone as a threat and can be very dangerous. He is the one who wants to kill whoever had a hand in my father’s death.” Wow. “Anytime he comes out and stays for more than ten minutes, he disappears and we do not see him again until Avery takes over. Michael is the personality you should avoid.” Mia said.