Killing Mickey Mouse Novels & Stories

The city woke the next morning to chaos. News headlines exploded with speculation. The celebration of new leadership was overshadowed by a single, haunting question: *Who killed Ethan Cross?* His body was taken for examination, and within days, the answer surfaced—poison. Not accidental. Not natural. Intentional. Lisha was left shattered. Confusion clung to her like a shadow. She replayed the night over and over, searching for something she had missed. He had been fine. He had been smiling. He had been alive.

One minute Royce is standing next to Mouse with a gun to his head. The next he is pulling the trigger. A bang echoes through the walls and splatters of Mouse’s brain spray all over the floor.

“I hope that is accurate or else we’ll have another case on our hands. It’s bad enough you have already killed six men from that pack. Micah will do anything to get you.” “Well, I can assure you I have no plans to kill anyone else. Okay, maybe the person who has Valeria, but that’s it.” I catch sight of Micah coming out to the arena. He is not pleased with my actions as his stomps echo around the space. “So, you killed him. Tell me, Kendric, did he beg to be let loose? Did you give him a moment to yield?”

Good. “Be afraid. I’m coming for you,” I conveyed the message with my stare. Miles bounded against the wall with his powerful hind legs and launched himself through the air. He landed lightly on the balcony. The shooter threw his weapon at us and scrambled to get away. But there was no escape. With one might swipe of his front paws, Miles gutted the man. The look in the man’s eyes as he tried to stop his intestines from peeling out of his fatal wound didn’t give me pleasure. I took no joy in killing. But this time, they deserved it.

I didn't care. They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time. I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

Fuck them and fuck this. *Do it, honor our family and get back to mate, she needs us,* Felix said, pushing himself around in my mind. “You’re fucking up my honeymoon and clearly this isn’t going anywhere,” I said, putting my gun under Gregor’s chin and pulling the trigger. Mickey repeated the gesture with Bronson and I got out of the booth. This was sloppy and I didn’t like it, I never killed in public like this, but I had shit to do and I wasn’t leaving town knowing they were still breathing. If there was someone else helping them, offering their protection they damn sure weren’t going to tell me even with hours of torture.

She stood in front of the dining table, absent-mindedly refilled Blair's milk cup. "Drink more milk; it's good for you." "Okay." Blair finished his sandwiches and peeled an egg for Mable before picking up the cup of milk. Mable sat opposite him, nervously watching Blair's movements, her hands clenched into fists on her knees. Blair looked at the milk in the cup but did not drink it immediately. After a while, he spoke slowly, "Mabes, the best way to kill someone is with a gun."

He was dead. "What! This can't be…" A sense of surrealness fell over Mick and the others. Everything happened so fast that their minds could not keep up. How could the strong and mighty Menkel be taken out with one blow? It all happened in a blink of an eye; an instant kill.

Her high-pitched voice sends chills down my back. I glared at her and grimaced. “Yes, I have,” I shouted as I threw a sphere of water toward her. Marco moved in front of it to protect Millicent. It hits his chest, knocking him back slightly. It is at that point that I observe directly who holds the strings and who dances to their tune. Regardless, he was the one who killed Aunt Jo. I get a thrill knowing I hit him directly and that it was hard. Using my hands, I throw more balls of water at the pair. With every sphere I throw, I move toward the pair. As I get closer, I know the impact will intensify.