Killing Mickey Mouse Novels & Stories

I killed him! ***

I was indeed frightened but mostly alarmed. It’s very peculiar to think about just how callous people can be sometimes. Michael used Camille, and even got her pregnant. After he was done with her and she was of no use to him anymore, he killed her off. I wonder what was going through his mind at the exact moment that he did it. To be able to point a gun at someone and pull the trigger, hell I was only used to seeing it in the movies.

“He was found dead in his cell yesterday morning. It says here he died in his sleep of a heart attack.” Michael swallowed. The Stalker, Mickey, was dead and it sounded a lot like he had died in a dream. “Yeah,” he said, “sounds like he got what he deserved. Look, Mom, I gotta go out.” He struggled out of his seat and rushed for the door, grabbing a jacket as he went.

Mike entered the room and softly shut the door because he had left the door wide open. The Vulture landed on the ground. His face was expressionless and his wide-open eyes were wide open in shock. The Vulture had no idea why Mike had killed him until the moment of his death. He had no idea that Mike was the person whose death he had ordered his men to commit. [Stabbing: Inflicts 100 Damage to target HP, (50 Sharp Weapon (Dagger)(Basic) X2). Target dies…] Mike bent down and removed the dagger from the Vulture’s throat, avoiding touching his blood.

No matter the cost, I will kill Alpha Jake. ## I huddled under my bed, tears streaming down my face as i listened to the sounds of chaos outside. I could hear the shouts and screams of my mother, the sound of glass shattering and wood splintering, and worst of all, the eerie growls of the men with the yellow eyes. "Please don't hurt us! Please!" my mother's voice pleaded. "We warned you to stay out of our territory," a deep, guttural voice replied. I clutched my stuffed animal tightly, trying to block out the horrible sounds.

I inquired. When Cassian shook his head, I continued with my hypothesis. "That's right, isn't it? There's something strange about this incident. It's unlikely that a murderer could kill someone without leaving any traces. No witnesses, no evidence. Don't you think it's peculiar?" I continued, turning to look at Cassian's red irises. "It is odd, indeed," he replied. "But let's assume this killer has mysterious powers like you do. Wouldn't something implausible become possible then?"

I think we have a culprit, don’t you, Commander Petter? - But in return for what he would kill his own companion? - Petter tried to put the pieces together. - Because it was her or him. And of course he wouldn’t want the drug kingpin to kill him, so he killed his wife to get rid of it. - He explained.

Currently, Jasmine and Mike are leaning on the bed accompanied by some food and alcohol. "I only killed them with a gun. Or maybe I would just be a spectator while my men beat them and then they would die in my hands..." Jasmine interrupted Mike's words, "You said you only shot them, then why did they die in your hands when they were already dying?" Jasmine asked innocently. Mike, who initially wanted to get angry, didn't, because of the question asked by Jasmine. "My turn is just to send them to hell by shooting them or not injecting poison into their bodies. I rarely dirty my clothes and body just for them."

“What did you say?!” Maverick shouted as he shot up from his seat. He was so shocked that he almost dropped his mouse. The snivelly man breathed heavily and answered, “Your nephew, Buck, was killed at Yelloton Hotel. I just received the news, and it’s a hundred percent true.”

“What can you do alpha, are you going to hit me” Elena challenged him and Zane went closer to her. “ I can do more than hit you but first I need to get rid of this dress,” Zane said with a sinister smirk and within seconds he riped Elena's dress in two halves Elena was taken by this move that for a second she didn’t know how to behave or want to do. Reality sank into her when she realized that she was naked only in her bra and panty