Blot Epic Mickey Novels & Stories

“Lucy is cute though.” "You have some fetish with the alphabet 'L'?" he muttered, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at Olivia. His words laced with a touch of sarcasm as he leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. Olivia sat upright, giving him a look of annoyance. She pointed her fork towards him, her eyes flashing with a fiery intensity that dared him to continue speaking. "You shut up, dimwit," she shot back. Micah's smirk widened, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "You know I work for the mafia, right?" he continued, his voice low. "I can shoot-"

I say. "Yeah sure, let's drop your car at your place and then order an Uber." 30 minutes later we were at the retro club, we took a couple of selfies and pictures for Instagram before getting back to dancing. I haven't hung out alone with Michael for a while and I had almost forgotten how fun he was, he always cheers me up keeping my thoughts away from my absent parents. We stay out late before finally going back to my place, Micheal stays over also keeping me company in this huge house which I am all alone.

No one else in the town heard that hum. MICKEY WROTE PROFUSELY. His knuckles were shades of violet and blue and his ink was at the clutch of draining. Only the persimmon light from his night lamp lit his sweaty and greasy notebook, leatherbound and obviously used to the point that the sheets are loosely coming off its spine. Let’s eavesdrop on the personal musings of Mickey. An entry from journal #8:

"You brat!" "I won't let you wake Ms. Violet up," Mick stated seriously. "What the hell did you do to me, you brat?" Maverick started panicking when he felt his strength getting sapped from his body. How was it possible for a brat like Mick to defeat him? If it wasn't for the fact that Maverick had his guard lowered, there was no way he would have gotten hurt! "It's a special drug of mine. It has calming properties and won't pose any harm to your health," Mick explained.

"He's an odd little runt, isn't he, Mickey. Never would have had him down for a Goth." Feeling itchy, I scratch at my scalp. "No, me neither. Not sure about the sunlight either. I think that one might crumble to dust if it touched her." "Here..." Hickman slides a tumbler containing an amber inch across the bar-top. "I ordered another when I saw you over there. Malt okay?" "Sure, Thanks." Smooth heat slides down my throat. Okay doesn't do it justice and my genitalia re-emerge from hiding. "I assume we're here for the same reason? I came looking for Mickey to catch the gossip."

He looks so handsome in that black full-sleeve shirt, matching black and white plaid tie, and gray cotton pants. Mickey smiled upon seeing me and came towards me. He held my hand and took me to stand in front of the full-length mirror. He stood right behind me and whispered into my ears, "Perfect couple. Don't you think?" I blushed. "This red natural blush makes you look even more beautiful."He whispered. I blushed deep red. "Perfect! You both look really good together!" exclaimed Eve. "We will take these." Mickey said smiling and making Eve smile even wide.

"Michael. But you can call me Mikey." "Mikey, how fitting," he said, his goofy grin still present. "Oh and this amazing person next to me is going to be the next Bill Gates, I'm sure of it!" "Shut up, you turd," his friend yelled, hitting him in the head. Then he looked at him and gave a small smile. "Eric." And from that moment, Mikey knew that Anton Emma was something. He would be the key to reaching his goal in football.

Blondie and the three other thugs were also among them, visibly trembling with fear as their foreheads and palms dripped with sweat. "Blondie! You and the three of you, get your *sses over here!" Mickey shouted at them with a frown. He wanted to kill them right then and there. "Right away, sir," the four of them replied in trembling voices. Blondie, in particular, had wet his pants out of fear, a warm stream flowing down his thighs as they approached Dante reluctantly. Mickey unceremoniously slapped each of them in the face, leaving their ears ringing. He then walked behind them and delivered a forceful kick to their knees. The sounds echoed with four, and they were forced to kneel on the gr

Elisa saw something similar in a movie, so she knew what it was. Mikey laid out a line of coke on the table and snorted it in one go. Gerald followed right after. Mikey looked at Elisa and smiled. "Wanna hit, babygirl?" "No, she doesn't need it," Gerald interjected. "She can answer for herself, can't she?" Mikey glared at Gerald and winked at Elisa. "N...no...I don't want any," she stammered. "What's with the stutter? It's not gonna kill you. It'll make you feel great so just try it," Mikey insisted.

“We’ve a wee problem up our way. Someone’s been pokin’ their nose where it doesnae belong. Sound familiar?” Paddy’s gaze flicked to Mickey, and that was all Declan needed. He grabbed Paddy by the shirt, yanked him halfway across the table, and growled, “We can do this fast or slow. Pick one.” Mickey raised his hands like he was trying to calm a wild dog. “I-I don’t know his name, swear it! But I’ve seen him. Comes in wi’ big talk, flashin’ money like it’s nothin’. Said he’s got info on… on you lot.”