Ian X Mickey Novels & Stories

Mickey kept a straight face. 'Since that boy offered to die, I'll just let him be.' What mattered to Mickey the most was using the venomous millipede to kill Dax and take the Sky Breaking Axe. He was not concerned about the boy. "You stink bug!" Watching the Golden Ring Venomous Millipede charging toward him with its mouth opened, Romeo floated in the air, not moving an inch. He said coldly, "You want to eat me? Do you think you can bully me?"

Jordan said in a less cold voice than usual “yes, there is good news and when you hear it you will be jumping like a crazy raccoon” “Hmm, then it must be something spectacular,” “UHmm…our Mickey has finally found himself a girlfriend, he is getting married..” because of hunger Michel had completely forgotten to tell her about the joke, So when Michel heard the sentence about him getting a girlfriend made him choke over his food.

“See, I’m all good. No babysitters or anyone needed to check up on me and you can take that back to whichever one made you do this.” Xander just continued like I said nothing. “Midge, huh?” “Yes sir, Midget, just kind of stuck.” Wyatt shrugged. “She’s just this tiny little mighty midget, but if you don’t like it, we can stop.” My mouth fell open. “What?! You would change my nickname if he didn’t like it?” Xander is doing a terrible job hiding his smile and Wyatt just shrugs. “Unbelievable, and stop laughing Xander.” I elbow him in the side and he hisses but is openly smiling now. My friends gasp a little. I’m not sure if it’s because I used no title for him or assaulted him. “Go back to yo

He looked up as I stepped out, his thick brows rising high on his head. “Uh oh. Boss! A chick got past Cindy!” He yelled. “Hey, lady. If you’re looking for Mickey-poo, he’s laying pipe in Florida this weekend. Pick up your stalking next week.” “Mickey’s going to skip toon town to hit pound town with Minnie,” one of the bright-shirted guys chuckled, then took a swig of his beer, then licked his lips, staring me up and down. “If it’s just some pipe you need laid, I got the tools you could use,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“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.”