Killing Mickey Mouse Novels & Stories

The words felt like they were clawing their way out of me. "Marco Leonardo?" I furrowed my brows. All she did was nod in confirmation. That's was the guy I was planning to kill. I didn't even know what he looked like but I still wanted to kill, funny. I quickly left her room and went to get any computer I could see. One thing about me that most people have no idea about is that I can get what I want by just typing codes in my computer. I had to learn that for easy access of my victims.

Mike was dazed as he watched blood stream down his arm. "Tyler Hart... How dare you shoot me?!" Tyler stared at him coldly, determined to eliminate him for trying to kill Vicky and take her from him. No one who tried to take Vicky away had the right to live. With that thought in mind, Tyler pulled the trigger without hesitation. Bang! Despite his age, Mike's agility was still remarkable. The moment Tyler pulled the trigger, he swiftly dodged the bullet. However, Tyler aimed his gun at Mike again and was determined to kill him.

A single bead of cold sweat hung from the point of his thick eyebrow, "just think about what you're doing, Mickey." "Oh shut the fuck up. Why should I listen to you?" Mickey moved forward, moving the gun to my temple. The cool metal was a stark contrast to my heated skin. He then clutched my face in his large clammy hand, squeezing until my lips were pouted, "You were going to use this bitch to do what? Kill me?" He laughed; a loud sound that held zero humor. A tremor rocked my body, fear freezing my spine like ice, "Y-You went through all this trouble j-just to k-kill me..." I hated that my voice shook. Having the gun against my head put things into perspective.

"You should. You have the gun in your hand. It should be just as easy as it was for you to send Mae to come kill me." He laughed, "Mae wasn't supposed to kill you." "No?" I smiled. It couldn't hurt to make the moment more amusing than tensed up. "I may make a lot of unchecked decisions but one of it wouldn't be sending an agent who has only sat behind a computer her entire time as an agent, to kill you. She was barely even trained." "Five seconds, Omar." I reminded him again even if I had gotten hooked on what he was going on about. "She wasn't meant to kill you. It was supposed to be the other way around. I wanted you to ki..." I kicked the gun out of his hands while he was still talking an

"Where's your watch? Tell me!" Millie couldn't take it any longer. She then grabbed a bowl from the table. Seeing that, Micah and Neil instinctively huddled together, their eyes warily fixed on her. In a flash, Millie slammed the bowl down, shattering it. Micah swung his gun and aimed it at her head. With a single pull of the trigger, he could end her life. "Put it down!" he barked. Yet, deep down, Micah didn't want to kill her. It wasn't worth it for a little money. If he got caught for robbery, he'd be out in 15 days. But pulling the trigger would escalate things.

Butler Fred furrowed his brows in confusion, clearly unsure of what Mickey was about to do, either. "You…" "I never knew that you were the one who killed my mother." Mickey lifted his head to fixate his vengeful gaze on his father's face. "You've always told me that my grandpa, grandma, and mother all died in a fire. "You claim that they had died because of their lack of awareness of fire safety and even told me that the only reason we survived was that they had deliberately chased us out of their barbecue party.

It was me who brought on Micah’s death! My breathing intensifies at the realisation that my blood had triggered the events leading to Micah’s death. ‘Why didn’t you kill me? Why didn’t you drink my blood instead of Micah's!? Why did you have to kill him?’ I scream. ‘I was going for you, but that damn boy got in the way trying to stop me. He knew you were my target. I’d never had such a challenge trying to kill someone before. I knew if I were to taste you, I would have to get through him first, so I did just that. I was going to finish feeding off him, and then it would have been your turn, but then I heard your pack howling nearby after they could hear your screams. That darn wolf boy was h

Flicking them into place, she knelt by the door of the room. "Wait, to kill me?" "Possibly. This one was sniffing around like it was trying to find a place to hide. If it wanted to, it could just burn the whole house down, but they are great for assassinations." "That doesn't make sense," Mike said, checking the window, but it was locked from the inside. He heard stomping above the room, followed by the sight of gray claws on the rain gutter. He opened the window up. "Abella, have you seen anything leave the house?"

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.

"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.