Blot Epic Mickey Novels & Stories

They had a mischievous glint in their eyes. " So you had your personal haldi ceremony? " Vihan, Roohi, Mahi, and Ron joined them and teased; Mihir blushed. " Bhai, let me write her name in your hand. " Mahi said. " Mahi, you are turning into another Ron, day by day. " Mihir said as she wrote Tami's name on his hand. Ron clicked his picture blushing like that. "Tami is going to love this picture," Shlok teased, winking at Mihir.

she shouted at the crowd spreading her arms. "Any witnesses here?" Ms. L asked looking at the crowd. No one stepped forward. "The place was very much crowded. He was standing near a shoe mart. I noticed him as he dropped his umbrella. Suddenly, he fell to the ground. Bats started flying around as he jerked down. I thought he must've fainted, so I tried to wake him up," an old man said. "Was he alone?" "He was," the old man uttered. Then, a group of dieners arrived to take away the corpse. An autopsy was done.

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

Attached was a blurry image. Me. In the hotel room. Shirtless. With Micah.

“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.”

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.

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.”

It came out like “uh-blib-blious” About that time a girl they knew started walking up to the table. She was one of Finley’s friends and kind of a bitch. And just because she and Fin were on okay terms didn’t mean this girl was forgiven too. She’d been horrible to all of them. Her name was Lennon and she was headed straight for their table . “Ah fucknut…” Mickey said. “On a banana peel’s sorry ass..” Em agreed. “Was that English?” Grey asked her. “Y’all aren’t doing it right ..” Aspen argued.