Blot Epic Mickey Novels & Stories

I laughed, stealing one of Ellie’s fries before she could protest. ___________________ A few drinks and a couple of shots later—thanks to Ellie charming the bartender and Brody’s “we’re with the band” magic—I was feeling warm, floaty, and just reckless enough to say yes when someone handed me a mic. Ellie whooped like I’d just accepted a Grammy. “YESSS, BLUE. SHOW ‘EM.” I took the small, sticky stage, laughing as the opening notes of Pink Pony Club kicked in. “This one’s for the gays and the drama queens,” I declared, already shimmying my shoulders as the beat rolled in.

Mikey and I said in unison. "Sure" I brought popcorn and drinks in my room and got comfortable as Mikey put on a show. Almost thirty minutes later into the show. "I knew it, I knew the bitch was evil" Mikey screamed at my flatscreen, and the popcorn he was chewing flew out of his mouth. "Micah calm down" I stared at the chewed pieces on my rug and bed. I pointed towards the pieces." You're cleaning that up." "Make me" He threw a single popcorn on the floor, squinted my eyes at him. He gave me a nervous glance

“Do I look like I’m kidding? Give me the mic and tape, and I will tape it on her.” Fine.” Mikey says as he opens the suitcase and pulls everything out. True to his word, Bryce tapes the mic to my chest and makes sure that no one sees me with my shirt open. Once my shirt is closed, Mikey walks around to make sure that you can’t see any traces of the mic. Then he steps close to me and speaks down into the mic. “Testing, can you hear me?” Mikey and I both have an earpiece in our ears. My hair covers mine, and I hear “good to go.”

The camera captured Micah sitting on my lap, riding me, his pale soft ass in my hands as he bounced. "Blaze..." Micah's voice wavered on the recording, a high, frayed thread. "More... please... Blaze..." A hot, blushing pressure bloomed in my gut, making my jaw clench. I grunted, unbuckling my belt as I pushed my trousers down past my knees, baring my throbbing length to the cool air of the office. I palmed myself with a rough grip, eyes locked on the screen as Micah's head tilted back against my shoulder on the video.

Today's dish was quite complicated. Micah's eyes darted to a small wine glass that had a boiled egg inside; the egg was cut in half and fitted the size of the champagne glass. Micah encircled the champagne glass in her hand and brought it to her lips, as if she was going to drink the boiled egg! There was a loud chuckle from the table, coming from Tamina. Ragaleon raised his gaze slightly and saw what Micah was doing… "You should wait for others to take the first initiative and learn from them." He said, and everyone turned their gaze to him before tracing his gaze to Micah.

Vivana convinced Mickey with a throat cutting gesture but he looked like he wasn't bothered. Jessica then walked back finding them talking but didn't bother them. She walked up to Mickey giving a kiss on the forehead. The house was just identical to the one Mickey had shifted from with a difference of only the wall color which were white. "Did you get the pizza?" Jessica inquired falling on the couch. "Pepperoni with extra cheese." He smirked. "Great. Just like I love it." "Season four is out." Showed Mickey a blind spot disk cover which excited Jessica.

Mickey growled, pulling me up by my hair in a flash of speed so that neither Eddie nor Ace could take a shot. He didn't count on me punching him in the throat, though — something Danny had taught me. He stumbled back and a piece of advice Jericho had given me not too long ago came to mind. I grabbed Mickey's bald head and dug my thumbs into his eye sockets until blood dripped out. He tried fighting me off but I was running on adrenaline which helped me push through. The sound of shooting picked up again in the background but I kept my focus.

“Hey, hey, hey, slow down, champ.” I shoot an annoyed glare at my manager, Mickey, who has taken Blaise’s place as my support system. Mickey’s the band’s manager to be clear which means though he has my best interest at heart, it’s really the band’s best interest he’s most concerned with. Which means he wants me better ASAP. “I’m fine, Mickey.”

Sloan was shocked when he saw me and I just smiled. "What're you doing here?" "Well I was around and I decided to stop by." He smiled and I did too. The truth was, I was hoping I'd bump into Henry. While we walked together, we noticed some people were gathered so we decided to check what was happening. "Are you blind?!" "I'm sorry sir." "Sorry?!, What does that do?" Henry was scolding a lady for spilling coffee on him. She looked like she wanted to crawl under the ground, she was shedding tears but Henry didn't care.

I scrambled backward, dragging myself away from the fight. Bree tried to help, sending a telekinetic blast at Mickey, but he dodged it easily. "Nice try, newbie," he taunted. "But you'll have to do better than that." She tried again, this time targeting the chandelier above him. It crashed down, but Mickey was already gone, reappearing behind Axel. "You're slow today," Mickey said, landing a punch that sent Axel sprawling. "That venom working its magic?" Axel coughed, blood on his lips. The venom Erina had injected him with was getting worse. He was losing.