Mikey Way Young Novels & Stories

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."

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.

So long as the salon looks halfway decent by the end of the night, I can live with myself. “You missed a spot!” Mikayla tried antagonizing me as usual, but I didn’t give her the time of day as I continued the task at hand until the tile beneath my feet shone evenly after being freshly mopped. “What’s your deal with me, Chirilova? I'm seriously dying to know.” She made another attempt, hopping down from the seat beside her groomer’s table to address me by last name. I could sense the thick tension and squared my shoulders. Mikayla was one of those externally pretty girls- the kind who always got her way and pitched a fit when she didn’t. Half of that chick’s requests didn’t even book with her

She seems kinda shyly but nods replying, "Yeah have you noticed how each song either has a AA or AAA rating? My younger brother and I used to play a lot. But I learned how to play this game from my Godmother and her kids when I was little. She's amazing at DDR, she's even better than me!" I've been meaning to ask her about this, "Ms. J do you really know Alpha Manny & Luna Keya of the Mississippi Delta Pack?" She nods, "Yes ever since I was born, they would babysit me while my parents were at work. I grew up like one of their kids, and they have a lot of kids! They're like my cousins, some of them created a band called 'Species'. You know, because they are mixed with so many different specie

"I will pretend I didn't hear that, but would take your gratitude." Relaxing into the chair, kim signed. "Now, I would like to get fucked into Oblivion." "You really lack manners for a Beta." "Oh really?" kim teased with a raised brow, "like you have any manners. I noticed this ladies run away from.you. what the hell do you do to them, alpha Michael." Liam shrugged, "I fuck them." "And..." The Beta pressed on. "I fuck them, what else do you think I do?" "Probably go all fifty shades of grey on them, you do.lack the basic emotional necessities to living."

I slithered through the guests with my head held high, trying to ignore the looks I would occasionally get. "She's the Blackwell witch, the youngest." I heard a woman say as I passed through. I knew this would be followed by the long miserable story of my pathetic life. I found a less busy spot, so I took another glass of champagne, and stood there. "I heard that she lost control of her magic, and killed her mother." "Seriously?" I muttered under my breath in boredom, then decided to head to just walk around. I was standing in a secluded room, away from the music and the noise, when a young boy ran towards me, seemingly out of breath.

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.