Mikey Way Young Novels & Stories

She was lying on her couch in her fluffy onesie pajamas and a wool blanket, doing everything she could to comfort herself after last night. Mikey had a bottle of champagne in his hand and he did a little dance, twerking his way to the couch. He was in a celebratory mood, eager to welcome his best friend into the Ho Ho club, he called it. Meanwhile, Olivia shook her head and rolled her eyes, walking behind Mikey with a box of cupcakes in her hand. “So glad to finally have you on our side,” Mikey gave Audrey a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting down. “Now it’s your turn Liv, get yourself on Tinder or Coffee Meets Bagel and get them bagels,”

She stared at him, no response to his comment. "What do you want Mikey?" She asked, arching her perfectly plucked brows. He wished she would stop calling him that. He was seven-teen years old now. Not a little kid, which is when the nickname Mikey came up. Mike bit into an apple that he had in his right hand, smiling as he chewed. What he was about to tell Brooke would change her attitude quickly. It was something they both could be very happy about. Brooke waited impatiently for him to swallow, her pointy narrow nose wriggling in frustration.

The fragile peace they’d been living in for the past week and a half felt like thin ice—beautiful on the surface, but ready to crack with one wrong step. “Yo, boss lady,” Mikey called from across the bay, his voice cracking with that awkward teenage enthusiasm. The nineteen-year-old prospect was sprawled dramatically across a workbench, pretending to fan himself with an oily rag. “If you keep making these bikes sound like angry demons, I’m gonna start thinking you sold your soul to the devil. Or worse—Reaper’s dick.”

VANESSA'S POV 💋 Alot has happened in the past two weeks. Mikey's mum was buried, and as promised everyone wore a little of pink in honor or Mrs.Sheldon. That night of her funeral Micah had gotten drunk and the police came to our house that night. "Im sorry to bother you so late but this young man was singing Keisha Tik Tok and was screaming your name" The young police man looked gruff as he looked at drunken Micah once more.

I pulled out my phone and messaged Keith. "What was that about?" I sent. "Mikey was at the gym earlier, he is on to us haha." He responds with a laughing emoji. "Is that going to be a problem for you?" I ask. "No, he is one of my best friends up here. He says he likes you too, so if I am happy then its like 2 Christmas's for him." Keith replies. "Ok, I have to go get back on drop so I will see you in a little bit." I tell him as dispatch radios for me to replace another guard.

I stared at him in amazement, not being able to believe it, or even knowing what to think. - I don't think so. He watched me for a moment of silence, seemingly thoughtful. Then he turned his gaze to a petrified Marina. —Would you like to come with us? — he asked and Marina almost jumped with excitement. — Really? Me? Of course I do. Oh my God, I can't believe I'm going to get on a plane and see another country! — Will I need your parents' permission? — No. I'm already eighteen — she informed, proudly.

Miyoung wondered how so much power could be in such a timid girl. In fact, the bravest thing Nara had ever done was approach Miyoung. Twelve-year-old Nara had been a small girl with big eyes and fidgeting fingers. She’d almost failed to get Miyoung’s attention, but as soon as she whispered the word gumiho, she didn’t need to do much else. Now Nara gave Miyoung evil men to hunt each month, and Nara could give peace to some of the spirits that plagued her. Miyoung sometimes thought they were a strange pair, two misfits who’d never fit in the worlds they were born into.

He just stays in his white room and would come out and sat outside, watching the forest and listening to its earthly sounds. Leo stared at her. She must be in her early twenties. She looked reluctant, “What’s your name?” She looked up, her eyes were almost black, “Minzy… Minzy James.” “James?” She nods. Leo swallows, “Are you related to my wife? No-..” He pursed his lips then forced himself to say her name, “November?” Minzy sighed, “Well… she is a sister of my heart… she took care of me when I was little, she protected me. We came from the same pack, as my parents were also Luna Puer wolves… but we don’t share the same blood…”

Bridget just stared at me. She placed her hands on the desk. "You want to be Luna, huh?" She let out a scoff of a laugh. "Okay. Okay Crystal, be the freaking Luna. All I've been trying to do is protect you like Tristan would have wanted but go ahead, shove your face and title to a pack that hates you. All the freaking best with that." I fought to keep my chin up. Anything it takes, right? "Uhm guys?" Mikey spoke up. I turned around and saw him holding his phone, staring at something on it. "Ornyx just sent another video."

Mikey suddenly promised the man in front of him, Keng. "Ahhh, Clark I know that. He is your father." Keng promised the boy he smiled at her. "How old are you?" "I'm 10 years old." He said to Keng. But when I looked at Keng it was like he was pointing at something else or something, hmm... "Come on Mikey, let's eat. Let's all eat." Sister Aelin said to Mikey and us. Mikey was the first to walk towards the table, Nathan and Jasral looked at them again.