Killing Mickey Mouse Novels & Stories

Years later, after the death of his beloved mate Lilia, alpha Ashton (Ash to friends and family) was consumed with so much hatred that he went on a spread killing anything and anyone on his path, especially rogues since they were the ones that caused such pain to him. Meanwhile, on the other side of town, quiet, naive, beautiful Hermoine was doing everything in her power to finish college so she could go and become the most successful designer , only for that dream to be cut short when one afternoon she was kidnaped by some strangers believing that she was a witch. That's when she was introduced to a world that she didn't know existed. Can these two come together to bring justice to the people that wronged them while they are fighting to complete the mate bond before a power-hungry alpha with some witches kills them?

Isabella Elvis thought she could deal with her fiance's billionaire father who is determined to fight her until she gives up on his son. He preferred a billionaire's daughter for a daughter in-law. Isabella finds herself in more trouble when she has to deal with the billionaire's daughter and her fiance's best friend Sullivan, who also wanted Sebastian for himself. Just when Isabella thought the war was over and she could be with the love of her life, she got the worst betrayal of her life from the person she trusted the most. How will this love story end when Sebastian finds out that Isabella is the one who killed his father? Do you think love is really worth killing for? Why could Isabella have done that?

you are mine! And no one else!” The alpha roared as he smelled the wetness that flowed down Freya’s legs as she squirmed even if she tried to hide it from the alpha “ Now strip” • • Freya O’Hara is a young vampire or she was suppose to be, but she never grew out her fangs or powers and was shunned by the coven , she is attacked by a werewolf who she kills instinctively, she is soon met with the wrath of the werewolf king Lucien Blackwell, who comes to claim her as prisoner for breaking the law of killing their kind , she taken away to be his slave , but the king finds himself Drawn to her scent, why does he have a connection to a vampire? And why does he dream of her every night? What secret is being beheld about her birth and who she is?

"Killing you would be a mercy. And mercy is not what this family gives." Sold to pay her father's debt. Married to the youngest son of the deadliest mafia family in Spain. Widowed before the wedding night was over. Now Alondra Reyes-Salamanca belongs to the older brother, the man who watched her try to run and pulled her back into the dark. Dante Vidal-Montenegro has sworn to make her pay for a murder she did not commit. But someone in this house is hiding the truth. Someone wanted Iker dead. And the more Dante hurts her, the more he begins to suspect that the woman trembling in his bed every night may be the only innocent thing left in his entire bloodline. Enemies to lovers. Mafia kings to confessions in the dark. A debt paid in blood, a bride paid in pain, and a love story written in everything they were never supposed to feel.

“You’ve come to kill me detective?” He whispered against her skin as he gently grasped her arm and turned her to him. Jude swallowed a gulp and looked up at him. His eyes were a cobalt shade of blue behind the mask, daring, cold and terrifying. “And you’ve come to me to be killed?” She replied in a hushed tone, gathering a lot of nerve and taking a step closer to him. Detective Jude Laurent should arrest Cassien, the deadly Maestro who now controls The Black Rose syndicate. Instead, she finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse, risking everything to uncover the truth about the organization that has haunted her since childhood. The same organization she believes holds the answers to her parents’ death in what everyone called a tragic house fire. But Jude has no idea she’s been walking straight into a trap years in the making. The real mastermind behind The Black Rose has been watching her every move, orchestrating her pain from the shadows. Someone who shaped her into the perfect weapon for revenge. And they’ve been waiting for this moment since the night her world burned. Now, as Jude hunts the man who’s becoming her obsession, and Cassien finds himself equally captivated by the detective who should be his enemy, neither realizes they’re both pawns in a much deadlier game. Because the person who destroyed Jude’s world isn’t the criminal she’s chasing. It’s someone far closer than she could ever imagine. And their final move is about to destroy everything she’s ever believed about her past, her purpose, and the man she can’t stop wanting. Some obsessions are worth dying for. Others are designed to kill you.

Noah Kline is the picture of daytime purity. He is a shy philosophy student who wears glasses and shrinks under Dr. Alexander Elliott's piercing gray stare during ethics lectures. His heart races as he imagines those commanding hands bending him over the podium. At night, he turns into Nyx, the club's dirtiest pole dancer. His body is oiled and shining, his hips grind against steel in a way that makes cocks throb below. He drops into a slow, dirty split that makes cocks throb below. With his thighs spread wide around the pole, he rolls his pelvis in wet, teasing circles. His thong is soaked and clinging to his leaking erection while men stuff hundreds into his garter and fingers graze his balls. When Noah needs money for school, he gets a private VIP gig. He climbs the pole in a tiny thong and a glittering harness. He bends back and slides his fingers inside the waistband to tease his own hole on stage, moaning softly as the crowd cheers. Then the lights catch a familiar face: Professor Elliott, coming out of the shadows, his suit clean and his eyes black with wild hunger. Elliott rushes onto the stage and slams Noah's chest against the cold pole. "Daytime little mouse can't meet my eyes," he growls, shoving his knee between Noah's thighs to rub against his sore cock. "But here you are, dripping and begging strangers to break this tight hole?" Rough hands pull the harness aside, and Elliott's fingers go between Noah's cheeks, circling his entrance before pushing two thick fingers inside and curling them to hit his prostate hard.

My sister-in-law, Maeve Cohen, floored my luxury car and blew past traffic at about 125 mph, killing a family of three. She pretended to be me and acted as if nothing could touch her. "Those idiots walked into my path! It's not my fault they got hit!" she snapped. "I'm the Lincoln Enterprise heiress. Even if I ran, who would dare catch me?" In my last life, Maeve said her husband wasn't home and she needed a car to visit her parents, so she borrowed mine. She ended up racing down the road, plowing into a family crossing the street, and driving back over them to make sure they were dead. The couple had just bought a house. The baby was only a month old. When the victims' family demanded an explanation, she hid behind my reputation and spat venom. "They're just three worthless people! I'm the Lincoln Enterprise heiress; why should I explain myself? Tell them to come to me for funeral expenses!" The grieving family couldn't take it and came to my in-laws' place. "Three worthless people, huh? Today, we'll end you so you can apologize to them in person!" My husband had died the year before. With no one to protect me, the victims' family turned on me, and I was stabbed to death. The valuable wedding gifts my family had given to me became Maeve's overnight. My family tried to appeal for me, but trolls who hated the rich maliciously reported tax problems about my father's company. My father was driven to exhaustion. One night, he fell asleep at the wheel, and the car plunged off a cliff, killing him. Only after I died did I discover it had all been Maeve's plan to ruin us out of spite. Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the day Maeve took my car and ran into those people.

The train to Centraford was about to depart. That was the ride we'd spent our entire life savings—30 thousand bucks—to get a ticket for. I was gripping my mate, Byron Reynolds's, hand tightly, trying to pull him onto the last train to Centraford. This was the chance I'd waited three long years for. Once we entered Centraford, we could rise from being low-tier civilian werewolves to official Silvren Talons workers—registered, salaried, and numbered. If we missed this train, we'd be stuck forever in Sidersville, a chaotic melting pot, never able to enter the heart of the werewolf city-state. But Byron held us back, refusing to leave without Lisa Peters, who was still down by the river, washing her face. In the very last second before the train took off, I had our friends forcibly drag Byron aboard. We made it to Centraford and became Silvren Talons workers. But Lisa missed her chance. She was left behind in Sidersville and became a rogue, a plaything passed around by countless men. A few years later, she was tortured to death. Byron looked fine on the surface. But on the day of our marking ceremony, he drove a silver blade into my stomach, killing the pup growing inside me, and tore out my heart. His eyes burned red as he growled through clenched teeth, "This is all your fault. You're the reason Lisa never made it to Centraford. "She suffered so much before she died. Why do you get to be happy?" After killing me, he chopped my body up and fed it to the stray dogs. Then I opened my eyes—and found myself right back at the train station, before it departed. This time, I'd wait with him for the woman he loved so much. And I'd make him pay for everything he did to me and my pup.

"Good evening, Mom. How was your day?" "My day was good, my love. How is yours going?" Her voice was a soothing balm against the stress of the day. "It’s... busy. My boss gave me a mountain of work to finish before tomorrow morning, so I won't be coming home tonight. I’m going to stay late and then head straight back in." "Oh, my dear," she sighed. "Just be careful. Don't get into any trouble." "I won't, Mom. Did you take your medication?" I asked, knowing how she tended to forget when I wasn't there to nag her. "Ah... I’ll take it now." "Mom, please. You need to stay strong for me." "I will, I will. I love you, Annabelle." "Love you too." After I hung up, the silence of the office felt even heavier. The lights were dimmed, except for the glow from my monitor and the soft yellow light spilling from Elias’s office. He was still in there, a silhouette of intense focus as he reviewed the project details. Suddenly, a sharp ping echoed through the quiet room. I jumped slightly, my eyes snapping to my computer screen. Unknown Email. No encrypted address. No profile picture No signature. Whoever sent this, don't want to be traced. "What is this?" I muttered, my skin crawling with a sudden, inexplicable chill. The subject line was written in bold, stark capital letters: BEFORE THE INVESTMENT. My pulse shifted into a frantic rhythm. I hesitated, my mouse hovering over the notification. When I finally clicked, my breath hitched. It wasn't just a message; it was a cache of attached documents, internal financial transfers, offshore account statements, and adjusted revenue projections. I realized instantly that these were different from the official files Elias had given me.

In a city where werewolf packs rule like crime families, lone wolf hunter Lena Cross survives by staying invisible and killing traffickers who prey on her kind. But when a raid reveals a symbol tied to her supposedly dead brother, Lena is dragged into the territory of the most feared alpha alive. Rafe Volkov is power, control, and danger wrapped in a tailored suit. He doesn’t trust rogues. He eliminates threats. Yet Lena may be the only one who can stop a war threatening every pack in the city. Forced into an uneasy alliance, they uncover a trafficking network, a traitor within pack leadership, and a revolution led by the man Lena once loved as family. Desire burns beneath their hostility. Trust comes at a price. Loyalty may destroy them. Because in a world ruled by blood and dominance… loving the alpha might be the most dangerous choice of all.