Mickey And Ian Novels & Stories

He had to find a quiet place to fulfil his purpose. Maja had been different towards him ever since they added each other to Wechat . He had never been fooled by a women before. Maja was the only one! Ian snorted and parked at a deserted roadside. He laughed wickedly . Slap! He slapped on Maja’s face. Maja stirred from the pain, but she didn’t have the strength to wake up. She was in great pain from Ian’s punch earlier. “You can’t wake up anymore huh?” the ferocious Ian started his action. However, Maja woke up suddenly “What do you want to do? No!” She struggled in horror. Ian laughed.

But curiosity got the better of me, and when I glanced over again, he was walking toward me. “Is this seat taken?” he asked. I shook my head. “Nope. But I charge a high price for small talk.” He laughed, sitting beside me. “I’m Ian.” “Michelle,” I said with a smirk. “You come here a lot?” he asked, casually sipping from his glass. “Only when my best friend is living in a real-life soap opera,” I replied. He raised an eyebrow. “That bad, huh?” “You have no idea.” We started talking. First about random stuff…music, clubs, life in New York. But then the conversation went deeper. He asked about me. My job. My dreams. And I found myself answering honestly.

Ian had called himself their 'father', 'hero', and 'home'. But what kind of father asks his children to commit murder? What kind of hero turns on the person they once saved? What kind of home threatens you with a knife at your throat? Maxine realized that all of Ian's promises were empty lies. He had used them, and now he would discard them if they were no longer useful. Sadly, her friend Mike had become nothing more than a pawn in Ian's twisted game. And look what happened? Mike is dead. Does it mean Maxine can achieve her goal to be free?

"Ian?" Silence. "Ian, if you don't come out now, I am calling uncle Damon. Then Misha will be with uncle Damon all the time again and you are going to keep whining." The very next second a frowning little boy with a three years old girl holding his hand appeared before me. The girl was giggling. "You always threaten me." Ian pouted, "I was playing with Misha. Uncle Damon won't let me play with her when he returns." I laughed, and bent down, picking him up by his arms and lifting him up off the ground to place him on the kitchen counter, "Aw, did I make you unhappy?"

"I need to get home now.I'll call you later, Octavia.Bye guys." When i reached the school parking lot,Mike is not there.I decided to call him before i could dialed his number,a car parked in front of me.It was a familiar flashy sport car.Sure,it was Ian,one of my course mate and he is also my crush.He was one of the most hottest guy in DMS and he's even brilliant.Beauty with brains. He has confessed his feelings to me times without number but am not interested in a relationship for now,i only wants to study and become a professional medical doctor in order to save more lives.

Mother of course came earlier, declining the loud noise and party scene. I’d never seen Mickey happier, more excited about something. This was exactly what he was meant to do and where he should be. A few months ago we managed to get Ivan a partner of sorts, the army guy Fred. He was helping to run the streets and take pressure off Mickey. He was a big dude and sharp as hell. He also gave shooting lessons to all the females and made sure they felt comfortable with guns.

He drifted off to sleep within minutes. "I am not a pillow. This isn’t fair," she muttered, letting him sleep. Ian is in the 12th grade like Ruby, Taylor, and her brother. But somehow, they became best friends. He can’t go a day without teasing her. He is a non-stop talkative guy and all he ever wants is to be a pianist.

After Cookie finished eating, Ian gave him one last pat and got up. "Ian wait!" June called. Ian rolled his eyes and did not stopped walking. He heard June's footsteps come closer towards him. Ian started to take long strides to distance himself from June. "We can start feeding Cookie together and be friends!" Ian heard June gush excitedly. Ian stopped in his tracks when he suddenly remembered June was in poor health. However, June was still rambling about how they could feed Cookie together everyday as he tried to catch up with Ian's fast pace and ending up hitting his back.

I glanced at the screen, and my heart raced; it was Ian again, his name lighting up the display like a warning sign. A smile crept onto my lips, a surge of excitement coursing through me. "Mummy, it's Ian again," I called out, my voice infused with a mixture of dread and exhilaration. "I think things are about to get even more interesting." My mom's eyes sparkled with a predatory glint, mirroring my own thrill. "Pick it up, Mai. Let’s see what he has to say for himself this time," she urged, her tone dripping with enthusiasm.

He calls. I look up and laugh to see that he’s climbed up into a tree and, sneaky as a squirrel, has edged out on a branch until he’s directly above me. “Well, look at you, little monkey,” I say, smiling. “You’d better be careful, or else a big gorilla is going to catch you!” “Nothing can catch me,” Ian says, smiling devilishly. “I am the fastest monkey!”