Killing Mickey Mouse Novels & Stories

"Here, I got this holy water from a reputable temple. Feed it to her, and she'll be healed immediately!" Watching her raise her hand to pour the "holy water" into Amy's mouth, my eyes widened. That bowl was the very thing that had killed my daughter in my previous life. Springing to my feet, I deliberately caught my slipper on the floor and crashed towards Mindy with all my might. "Ouch!" With a pained cry, Mindy lost hold of the bowl and it shattered against the floor with a loud crack, spraying the filthy liquid all over her pants.

Karma stood up and walked over to Marcus's limp dick, with pain in her eyes she remembered every evil he caused with it, she held his limp dick in her hands and was furious as she watched it come alive. “This monster is still getting turned on, even in this situation?!” She smirked, and scoffed and in a swift motion she sliced his dick off. Too bad she couldn't get everything out at once, so she kept slicing till it was completely off. And just like a child holding her award, she happily lifted it up like a champion, ignoring the blood splashing and the vigorous movement of her father on the bed. Tears had caused a streak down his face, as it was obvious he had run out of tears. He was heavi

When they saw that I still dared to joke, they immediately mocked me back. “Mia Schmidt, you murdered your own family. It’s only normal that we keep our guard up around you!” My expression was still playful as I gazed at them. “How could I be so ruthless as to fight all three of them on my own? You really think highly of me. “Of course, I drugged them first before I killed them.” When everyone saw that I had finally opened up, they held their breath while waiting for me to continue. But I schooled my expression again and stopped talking.

He stumbled forward and reached for my belly. "The baby! Where is the baby? What happened?" The grief on his face was a sick joke. The thing I had been holding in for weeks finally came up out of me. "Mason, you are asking now? Now you remember? "The day of the crash, I was pinned under the car, hemorrhaging, and you took the ambulance I called for and put your woman in it. "It was you. You killed our baby." His shoulders rocked.

“Kill her, Little Mouse. Do it now!” Little Mouse's eyes filled with tears. “Please, I can’t hurt her! She hasn’t done anything wrong!” “Do it!” I barked, leaning closer, letting the pressure build. “Prove to me you’re not weak.” The Gothic girl picked up the gun from the floor, her expression calm. I could see Little Mouse trembling, her hands shaking around the weapon. “I won’t do it! I won’t!” “Show me you have a spine!” I pressed, enjoying the game. “You have to understand how evil people can be.”

We both let out an exhaled breath before our attention moved to the hangar. "Get down on your knees!!" Micky screamed as he pointed his gun at Drake's mother. She dropped to her knees without hesitation as my gaze landed on Diego's lifeless body on the concrete. His eyes were still open, staring blankly at nothing as the lights were turned off. Blood trailed from his mouth and chest as it pooled around him. Hudson was dead.

Fuck. “Christ. Come on, baby. We’re getting out of here.” I didn’t stop to see if the fuckers were right behind him, yanking open the back door and pushing her inside, climbing in beside her. “Get us the fuck out of here.” “What in God’s name is going on?” Mikey demanded, immediately rolling to the exit, narrowly missing hitting bystanders who were racing to get out of harm’s way. “He’s dead. They killed him. They killed him. I was right there. His eyes were haunted. I just… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. They killed her. What is happening?”

’ Elen thought with a marvel. ‘Then…’ Elen’s eyes sparkled. “Mike, tell me, did you or did you not kill Danison?” Elen said in a calm voice, it was persuading, and coercing but it held an inevitable controlling ability that one found difficult to disobey. “Yes, I killed him” Mike answered while still on the floor without control over his very own mouth. “How?” Elen asked while gritting her teeth. “I crashed into him with a car...” Mike was still speaking but then he was flung up again and thrown across the room, crashing into the room where the kids were!

Lauren even though she could spot tear-streaks down his cheeks. "Mike..." She whispered in question. Mike opened his mouth slowly, and then spoke. "I killed my own best friend. I killed Scott."

Any last shred of hope vanished. Through the burning pain, she screamed, "Mickey! You think this makes you some kind of lovesick fool? You think I caused Wendy's death? It wasn't me. It was you. You killed her. You believed everything I said without question. You're pathetic. A fool! Hahaha!" Mickey's expression darkened. His lips pressed into a thin, bloodless line. The veins in his hand were bulging with restrained fury. In a low voice, he ordered, "Watch her. Don't let her die."