Mickey X Donald Novels & Stories

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.

By now everyone was staring at us but we didn't care about the world. "So, it does look good on me or not?" he said doing another pose. "Ye..yes...yes..."I said still laughing. He too started laughing. "Try these." Mickey said giving me a tank top and a short skirt. I went to change and did the same as Mickey after coming out. We did ramp walks, made poses, and even clicked lots of pictures and selfies together and laughed a lot. "I am so hungry, let's go and grab something to eat."Mickey said paying for the clothes that we bought.

He had Italy's top goldsmiths forge a solid gold cross taller than a man. He dropped millions on a private Mediterranean island—naming it after her. For the first time ever, the reclusive Don went public with a social handle: LoveLucy. His first post was a sickly-sweet declaration: [Thank you to the most important woman in my life, Lucy, for giving me my firstborn son. My life is now complete.] The press conference dragged on for three days. Every major family, politician, and business shark filled the hall. Cameras flashed as Vincent posed with Lucy on his arm, all smiles.

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.

“ Mom , hi ! How are the vacations on Disney land going ? “ asked Luna . “ Luna , my dear ! We are having a blast . Look at this . Your father is enjoying himself just like a kid . I brought this amazing amazing bunny ears while your brother has already filled his room with the latest toys . “ said madam Lydia showing Luna her father that was riding on one of the games wearing Mickey Mouse’s ears . Kevin used his arms and put the wheelchair closer towards his mother . “ Sister , sister ! Look ! This is the Mickey cotton shaped candy . It looks so real . “ said Kevin excited . “ I am glad that you like it . “ said Luna trying to hold herself from crying when he saw him . “ Wow , it’s amazing

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.