Baji X Mikey Novels & Stories

She was lying on her couch in her fluffy onesie pajamas and a wool blanket, doing everything she could to comfort herself after last night. Mikey had a bottle of champagne in his hand and he did a little dance, twerking his way to the couch. He was in a celebratory mood, eager to welcome his best friend into the Ho Ho club, he called it. Meanwhile, Olivia shook her head and rolled her eyes, walking behind Mikey with a box of cupcakes in her hand. “So glad to finally have you on our side,” Mikey gave Audrey a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting down. “Now it’s your turn Liv, get yourself on Tinder or Coffee Meets Bagel and get them bagels,”

Luke, my damn name is Luke and not a child and I will not sleep with you. "Never say never." he said raising an eyebrow. Well, in this case, I'm saying it, Justin Bieber, because I will not sleep with you. Do I have a sign on my face for everyone who saw me decides to tell me that they wants to sleep with me?" he asked." I will not sleep with you.

To her, they were not even here with them, and she was in her own little world with Mikey. “Anything for my baby girl.” Mikey said with a growl, and lifted her into his arms while she giggled softly. He began walking towards the stairs, and stopping in front of Tessa, he gave her a curt nod, while Dinah winked deliciously at her best friend who just giggled and waved them off. “Time to feast on you.” Mikey growled in her ears, as they climbed the stairs and Dinah clapped and giggled loudly. “I can’t wait. I can’t!”…

he hissed, sitting on the chair, watching his friend who could not stop laughing. Michael could picture NYC Hottest playboy walking down the aisle with his bride, giving their vows to each other, " OMG! This is the most hilarious and most anticipating news I have heard all my life, God bless that old man" Michael said in between laughter, " I can't wait to tell May. You don't worry, you can do the finding of the bride, leave the rest for us to handle, dear Upcoming Husband" Alex rolled his eyes at his best friend, " Get out of my office" he snarled, his lip twitched into a smile he tried to hide quickly as he watched Michael stand from his seat, trying to hold in his laughter as he walked ou

He cautiously walks towards us, no more running for this little guy, and once he was in front of me, he wipes his hands on his shorts once again before touching my tummy. “Wuna,” he said happily. Drake kneeled down and spoke with Mikey. “Did you get hurt? Do you feel any pain?” Drake asks. Mikey shook his head no. “Mwikey is stwong,” he showed Drake his tiny little arms and biceps letting Drake know that he was strong. “Wow, Mikey is a big boy now,” Drake said. Mikey nodded in agreement. “A big boy who can’t read,” Nori said as he approach us.

he says, tossing the page away. He eyes me curiously, and when I catch a certain scent, I grimace instantly. Sure enough Mikey pops out somewhere in the back, seemingly from a hole in the ground. He dashes to me in an instant. Like usual, he’s not wearing the standard suit the males in my family do. He’s got on a t-shirt that’s so worn it has a few scattered holes, and jeans equally old that are slung so low on his hips a female would be drooling over his skin on display. His body is a swarm of random tattoos and scars he wears with pride. Though none are on his face and glaringly obvious like mine. I instantly try to come up with a reason for being here right now, but I don’t have one. Then

“I do. Why? Did he take the cooks with him too?” Mikey snickered and stepped into the room. He was young, that was clear, but he was also really shy compared to the other guys I’d met in Killian’s crew so far. His cheeks reddened as he said, “Look, I have time to kill tonight before they get back, and I want to do something nice for my wife since I’m out late. I wanted to cook her something, maybe. She’s pregnant, so she gets hungry all the time.” I smiled. “And you want my help?”

She stared at him, no response to his comment. "What do you want Mikey?" She asked, arching her perfectly plucked brows. He wished she would stop calling him that. He was seven-teen years old now. Not a little kid, which is when the nickname Mikey came up. Mike bit into an apple that he had in his right hand, smiling as he chewed. What he was about to tell Brooke would change her attitude quickly. It was something they both could be very happy about. Brooke waited impatiently for him to swallow, her pointy narrow nose wriggling in frustration.