Mickey X Donald Novels & Stories

"Mommy, will you call Daddy again? I want to tell him about my dream." I squeezed her tiny hand. "What did you dream about, sweetheart?" "Mickey Mouse! He was wearing a big yellow hat, and he wanted to be my friend." Her eyes lit up with the first genuine smile I'd seen in days. "Daddy promised to take me to Disneyland when I get better. Do you think Mickey will remember me?" My chest tightened. "Of course he will, baby. Mickey Mouse never forgets his special friends." "Jenny at school said her daddy took her on the teacup ride five times. Do you think Daddy would go on it with me? Even if it makes him dizzy?"

it sounded like a threat and yet it felt like he was begging Mikey. “Are you done?” Mikey asked as that lazy smile appeared on his lips. “Are you playing with me? Is this all a joke to you?” DK asks angrily. “You know that even when I make I joke I am still serious,” Mikey said to DK, “And I will never play with someone’s feelings for fun.” “Then what are those questions all about?” DK asked irritably. Mikey turned and looked at me as he tipped his head slightly giving me the sign to take over.

These guys were serious about having pups ! And that too together ? Oh shit. “DO YOU PLAN ON RIPPING ME APART, MATE ?” Damon screamed at the love blind wolf over him, through gritted teeth. “Now that won’t help us in impregnating you, will it ?” Micalo smugged and dunk inside him like LeBron James near a basketball net. “fvck you, Mikie !” Damon squeaked and didn’t his submissive moans sound so cute and hormone stirring at the same time.

I looked at Micah and said softly, "Micah, do you mind if I call you Micky from now on?" Essel burst out laughing, "Micky... I love Micky Mouse! Ms. Chancey, trust me. My brother is as smart as Micky!" Micah's eyes held disbelief.

I asked him. "That...because I wanted to select clothes for you and...wanted to be the first one to see you in any dress." he said laughing nervously. I smiled. "We really looked like a couple in that time."Mickey said more to himself than to me and smiled. I blushed to remember it. We really looked so good together..like..we were made for each other. What? Made for each other? Why did I think that? Do I have feelings for Mickey? Do I consider him more than a friend?

A smile crept across my face as I scrolled through their pictures that I had just taken, as I had no idea they could smile so happily. The funniest part was that they had no idea that Mickey was a person wearing a costume, as they nearly pulled off his head and revealed his face while the poor guy struggled to hold still. I quickly stowed my phone back into my pocket and grabbed the boy while Kingsley took hold of the girl, and we removed them away from the poor guy who was already frustrated. "I'm very sorry," I apologized. "Thanks a lot," Mickey said.

Michal said, her eyes were moist, if she could cry, she'd cry a river but all were tears of joy. "Congrats baby." Mrs Donalds hugged Michal. "Thank you ma." She smiled. "Congratulations Michal." Mr Donalds said with a handshake, they came with a gift too. Lekky gave the wrapped gift to Michal. She collected it and thanked them. Mr Donalds and Jerry were now good friends, since they met at Mirabella's and Lekky's tenth birthday. They became close. The Donalds family were now a very huge part of Michal and Catherine's life, the two families shared a special bond.

He paused, the men charging at his froze at his sudden stop, he turned, wide eyes to her gleeful ones before his eyes glared. "Micky???, What am I, Mickie mouse?, change that nickname right this instance, sis" Mel chuckled, "But Micky I like the name, it suits you better" she winked. Which surprised him but her playfulness was not enough to defuse his anger at the name. He fumed, "Change it now, change it...... Mellon" Now it was her turn to glare. "Am not a fruit" "Am not a mouse, Mellon" "Why you....." They jump each other trying to strangle the other forgetting about the men they were fighting and focusing more on their laughter.

Donald coldly snorted without turning his head back. Phoebe immediately choked, "Don't think too much! I just don't think it's good for me to call you as Hey! If you don't mind, then I don't mind! Right?! Hey!" Donald felt speechless and said, "My name is Donald." Phoebe laughed complacently, "Donald! What a common name!" Donald turned his head and stared at her, and then Phoebe immediately covered her mouth, frantically explained, "It's also pretty nice to listen to!"

I like the sound of that. Good. I pause when my eyes lock on that one guy. Leon. Nosy fool, always snooping around business stray doesn’t concern him. Always has something slick to say. And lately he has been asking a lot of questions about Donald. I move towards him. “Mikey” he says with a nervous laugh. “You look tensed man, want a drink” he stretches a drink towards me. I swat it away with my hand and punch him. Hard. Right in his stomach.