Ian Mickey Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"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.

Micky chuckled as he rubbed the bump on the back of his head. “I think we all are, may want to wear hearing protection tonight Micky, your room is next to hers after all.” Dominic led Okimi into the house as Micky slammed the door to the SUV, his frustration was still close to the surface as his claws crimped the bodywork leaving four distinct dents.

I looked over to my mum and the girls discussing animatedly with Luca having his afternoon nap on mum's lap. "Your mum and aunt were thinking of hanging out together one of these days without me" Mickey whined at Damien. "Are you sure he's your older brother? Damien asked looking at me and Anna. Because this one here is a child trapped in a man's body. "Hey that was mean" "Yeah right " Damien rolled his eyes a t his uncle. "You guys could just hang out with him if you don't want him to keep whining like a brat". "See, even your nephew thinks you're a brat now stop with the whining. Anna said glaring at Mikey making him pout. I rolled my eyes at his antics.

Danielle smirked and my face turned as hot as red pepper. What was he up to now ? “I swear I will run away if you pound that mighty thing of yours, up my sore peach again,” I tried to come out as stern, failing miserably however, because Micalo- the pain in the ass kept sending fvcking l*wd images in my mind. “Look ! How we look under mate when his fingers are knuckle deep inside us along with his hot rod,” Micalo blew out his cheeks as if too flustered by the mere thought and fanned himself.

“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?”

Danielle smirked and my face turned as hot as red pepper. What was he up to now ? “I swear I will run away if you pound that mighty thing of yours, up my sore peach again,” I tried to come out as stern, failing miserably however, because Micalo- the pain in the ass kept sending fvcking l*wd images in my mind. “Look ! How we look under mate when his fingers are knuckle deep inside us along with his hot rod,” Micalo blew out his cheeks as if too flustered by the mere thought and fanned himself.

Eddie hissed, letting go of me but subtly putting his frame in front of me, "how many times do I have to tell you not to get drunk in front of your men. They will take advantage one day, Mickey." Mickey's grin instantly fell as he braced his large hands onto his desk with a primal growl, "Non stavo parlando con te." "Maybe I didn't want to be found," I cut in, "but then again, you knew exactly where I was and with who." "I did," Mickey agreed, that evil grin of his finding its way back onto his face, "I even know about your fake alias. I know many things about you." "And yet I know nothing about you."

Mia I stood by the curb outside the airport, my leg aching from standing too long. It had been hours since I’d been waiting for Max. He promised to pick me up, yet he hadn’t shown. Just when I was about to give up and find my way to his place, a bike pulled up in front of me. The rider pulled off his helmet, and my breath caught. Max? Relief hit me, but it lasted only a second before anger rushed in. I stormed toward him and kicked his leg hard for making me wait so long. But then he lifted his head, and those weren’t Max’s eyes. They were grey.

’ I can imagine the smirk on his face as he says this to me. ‘Don’t tell me that you didn’t know that Thea likes you.’ ‘Oh, really?’ ‘Seriously?’ ‘Yeah, seriously.’ ‘Where in the world do you live?’ I can’t, even for a second, believe that Mikey didn’t know this. ‘In my world called Anya. My eyes were only trained for you. I only see you. Only hear things about you. And my mind only thinks about you, my Little Wolf.’ I bit my lower lip to stop myself from smiling. Mikey was never good with words, but after what had happened between us, maybe he learned a thing or two. I just didn’t expect that he could be this good.

He paused, the men charging at his froze at his sudden stop, he turned, wide eyes to her gleeful ones before his eyes glared. "Micky???, What am I, Mickie mouse?, change that nickname right this instance, sis" Mel chuckled, "But Micky I like the name, it suits you better" she winked. Which surprised him but her playfulness was not enough to defuse his anger at the name. He fumed, "Change it now, change it...... Mellon" Now it was her turn to glare. "Am not a fruit" "Am not a mouse, Mellon" "Why you....." They jump each other trying to strangle the other forgetting about the men they were fighting and focusing more on their laughter.