Mikey Williams Age Novels & Stories

No wonder why she was brought last to the auction stand. “Stop and rewind” I demanded as a vein throbbed in my temple. She paused midsentence and eyed me with a puzzled expression. By now she knew better than to make me repeat so she started over. “I’m Mikayla and I’m 17 years old...” “When will you turn 18?” I cut her off with the million-dollar question. Her eyes roamed the room as she calculated in her head. “Two weeks. I’ll be 18 in two weeks” she disclosed.

CAMILLA I tied my hair as I made my way downstairs. Nikolai had already left for work while Miko and Mika were having a summer vacation. Miko just turned 25 last month, and my Mikaela will turn 18 next week. I'm thankful that she's not a spoiled brat and just wants to have a simple birthday with her family and friends. Miko took a medical degree and will graduate next year. As usual, he never neglects his studies even though he sometimes hangs out with friends. I must say, he somewhat acts like his father, Nikolai.

"Thank you, Elle. For giving me this opportunity. To spend the night with you. Even though, it's only for a few hours, but, you gave me that chance." Why was he so sweet? It was weird, and, at the same time, it was making my heart race. "You're welcome, Mikhail." "Now, tell me something about you." "There's not much to say." "Don't say that. There has to be something. How old are you? Any siblings?" "I'm 27. I can't believe I'm only just remembering my 28th birthday which is coming up in a few days. That excitement is long gone." "Why is that?"

The lawn is silent and what's left of the loud laughter and chatter is the soft humming music blazing from inside the house. Maddie yawns, sending Mike another glare and I also laugh. Do they spend their time glaring at each other?! I find it equally cute so I don't mind. Mike Ross glances at me, his features softening. “My baby girl is already 19. Gosh, I am so proud of you, Brooky.” Groaning, I lift up my hands to palm my face. “I thought we were already done with the speeches that lead to tears.” Everyone laughs.

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 rain finally stopped in the morning. A Monday morning moving and Marshall has to go to work. Micheal is a young boy at 22 years. His parents were killed in an accident 10 years ago and ever since he has been carrying his burden alone. He is a tall, black and lanky man. Although he tried gym centre for a while but stopped.

"His family, huh? And how do we get to them?" Mikey paused, closing his eyes briefly before reopening them with a newfound resolve. "Santino's got a son," he revealed, his voice firm. "Eight years old, attends school. If you move fast, you can snatch the kid before Emilio even knows what hit him. Get the boy, and trust me, the rest of them will fall into line real quick. You have my phone, there's a picture of the kid to help you get him."

Neil Brown, anyone could be with Mia Kyle, but not you! Thinking of this, Neil Brown clenched his fists and tried his best to control his true feelings so that the smart Mia Kyle would not find any clues to hold onto him. "Neil Brown, I'll tell you something. Anyway, I'm still young. I'm just in my early twenties. But you're different. You're already over 30 years old." Mia Kyle decided to have a good talk with Neil Brown and give him a lecture. Maybe she would not have to use her evil ideas.

“But man was Spin fucking mad” “Anyway… Are we heading back to your place soon?” Meme says as she looks at me. “I wanna call Mikey but I doubt your little brother is going to leave me alone long enough to FaceTime him and I don’t need a jealous Mikey… He’s no fun”! “He’s a typical horny twenty-one-year-old”, I tell her. “You were twenty-one when we met”, Amory points out.

- My name is Blue Ivy and I'm your ancestor. Micky looks at the young woman as if she was crazy. - You doubt my sanity because I'm very young, right? - Yes. I'm sorry, but my ancestors were usually older than me. You can't be much older than me. - In fact, I'm 770 years old. Micky chuckled. In fact, some of their species live to be 800 years old, but they usually die long before that. One thing was certain, no one reached 770 years old, looking 25.