Mikey Way Young Novels & Stories

************** As we walked together to the student center, it turned out that Keira is also taking the same major as me. How great is that? I even got myself to already know someone from my class. And since we're taking the same major, almost all of our classes are the same. Lucky me. "Mic test... mic test..." A voice suddenly said. All of us are focused on looking at the small stage in the middle of the student center. A lot of girls are cheering for him, as he stands there looking straight to the freshman's direction. Our direction. "Guys, give a warm welcome to our freshies of this year please-" He said, as some of the boys were getting excited, playfully hitting the tables like it was s

I exhaled shakily, my chest tight with something that wasn’t quite relief and not quite sorrow. He hadn’t even looked twice. I watched their figures disappear into the crowd, realizing how strange it was— how, even at the end, it was Jane who helped me escape. “Wendy?” Shaun’s voice pulled me back. “It’s time for security.” I nodded, clutching my passport. At the checkpoint, Shaun handed me a small postcard. “Here. You can mail this home once you settle in. Just so they know you’re safe.” The photo showed a vast glacier—blue and endless.

He refused to appeal no matter how much my mom spent on lawyers. "Seriously Mikey, how have you been?" "I'm okay. What brings you by?" He frowned at me. "I haven't seen you for 11 years and then suddenly you show up out of the blue. Why?" Mikey would have had a bright future. He had just graduated from high school as a valedictorian. He had been accepted into an Ivy league college. He was going to study Biochemistry then all of a sudden his life was over. "I'm not here because... I miss you. I miss you."

“What do you think you can raid his house? It's in the middle of the pack.” “I can try.“ Mike was the best tracker and he was like a ghost when he was tracking someone down whether ally or enemy. “It will be hard to get that far by myself but I will try to collect as much information as possible to get your parents back.” After what Reyna had done for him Mikey seemed to be rather appreciative of her. Cain knew that it was nothing but gratitude but his wolf wasn’t as understanding of it as he was because he wanted to grab Reyna and pull her close to him before rubbing his scent all over her.

And in a situation like this made her considered the first choice so badly. Her guess was right when a man from the crowd was chosen and walked to their table. He sat unpatiently with a wide grin on his face, showing lines of his teeth and the gold one he must be proud of. “Good evening, Master Dawson, Young Master, and young miss.” He greeted politely, but his eyes lingering on her a little bit too long. “Ryan Ford and I am the owner of Misquini Group.”

Getting down from the car, I looked at the pack patrol before walking towards them, and they widened their eyes before Milke, a seventeen-year-old boy who trained under me, cried, fell on his knees, and hugged my waist as if he was seeing his elder sister for the first time. "Mike, is this the way you greet the outsiders? You are on the pack patrol," I said, and he wiped his eyes before standing and saluting me, making me chuckle as I ruffled his hair before nodding at the others who looked at me with joy.

One thing was for sure, I definitely underestimated how hard it was going to be having to say goodbye to all my regulars. “Are you moving salons?” One of my favorite pet parents, Amee Richardson, held her adoring arms out as I placed an overly excited Maya into them. For only being a seven month old Maltese puppy, she always behaved amazingly well for her baths and nail grinds. With Amee’s permission, I’d also attached a different handmade bow onto her pink studded collar at the end of each appointment.

He ordered. I don’t know who died and made him the boss of me? What gave him the right to order me around? It made me furious, but again, I shouldn’t be surprised. Cain Cadell was known to treat witches like servants, and when they didn’t do his beddings, he killed them. Usually, in the most gruesome ways ever. I just want this night to be over with. I thought to myself, then said, “Just bring a shovel.” He gave me a Cheshire grin and nodded his head. The car ride was engulfed in a tense silence. He gave me a side glance, as we neared the cemetery, “How long have you lived in Midwick?” He asked out of the blue.

Now, he had no choice but to be ready to accept death. Suddenly, footsteps entered the operating room, and two men appeared beside Uri's bed. One is Richard; the other is a middle-aged man wearing glasses, wearing a white shirt like a doctor in a hospital. "Is this what you caught today?" The middle-aged man looked at Uri as if he were looking at an item. "You did a great job this time; never before have we caught a vampire as young as this one." "It took me a lot of work to catch this guy," Richard said proudly. "He is only eighteen years old; all the organs in his body are healthy and eligible for your research."

Young Leone was in my apartment and was the one to save us? Michelle looked up to our savior, confusion becoming clear on her face as she caught her breath and met his eyes. “Wait, aren’t you…” Michelle said hesitantly. “You’re Harper’s…” She trailed off, too stunned to continue whatever thought she had started. Why was Michelle acting as if she recognized him, like she knew him? I took a breath as my thoughts raced. So much was happening so quickly, I wasn’t sure what I should focus on first. When I raised my eyes to Young Leone standing at the door, the first thing that caught my attention was the light glinting off the ring on his finger—a ring I immediately recognized.