Mikey Williams Age Novels & Stories

“But man was Spin fucking mad” “Anyway… Are we heading back to your place soon?”, she asks, then turns to Jonny. “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”! I just shake my head at how immature Meme still is. Kudos to Mikey for putting up with that! “He’s a typical horny twenty-one-year-old”, Jonny says.

They promised to be up in a couple of days. Michelle is the oldest of us three kids. At twenty she is not only pretty but sometimes too smart for her own age. I am the only boy at fifteen and our younger sister Mildred is Sixteen years old. She is generally the sensible one. I guess I am lucky to have two very beautiful sisters. At least that’s what all my friends keep telling me.

Brieanna asked. "I'm all grown up. I'm twenty four for Pete's sake," William cooly answered that made her raise a brow and gasped. "You're five years older than me!" She exclaimed. Not in her wildest thoughts did she think that he was so much older than her. She really can't believe it! William laughed at the expression she just showed. "What're you laughing at?" Brieanna asked him frowning. "Do I really look that old to you?" William asked back chuckling. Brieanna then glared at him with confusion on her face. "I'm actually twenty one and going to be twenty two on April 7th."

I asked. "Well, I was waiting for you," he replied with an annoyed look. As if I care anyways. Mike and I are actually age mate, tho he is a year older than I am, I consider him my age mate. "Why? You are done with work for today, what are you waiting for?" I questioned fixing my hands on my waist. "Well...just wanted to make sure you get to land mall without getting caught by secret cameras," he responded. "When did you start worrying about that?"

Josephine asked when he didn’t talk further. Michael made an expression like he was confused about something and he finally said, “Don’t worry. It’s just like I am an errand person to Mr. Gray.” Josephine nodded and asked, “If I may ask, how old are you, Michael?” “Twenty three,” Michael responded and Josephine’s brows rose a bit. “I know you think I am quite young and not fit enough to be Mr. Gray’s assistant.”

I’ve been in Moon Grove for close to a month now. I already miss being able to hold Mikey in my arms and make him laugh. The thought of him growing up makes me want to cry. I know it’s impractical and impossible, but I want him to be small and cute forever. I’m not ready to even think about him being Coit’s age and finding a mate. Thankfully, that’s still a long way off from now. “Mikey is a darling. He won’t be anything like he’s Uncle Coit,” I declare.

I knew that it was close to impossible for anyone to help me find him with the limited information that I had…but still… I’m just not willing to give up. I can’t give up on him…even after all this time… “His name is Mikey. He’s roughly 7 or 8 years older than me so…right now he should be around 32 or 33 years old. He’s got auburn red hair and very beautiful green eyes…he’s kind and always takes care of me…” I tried my best to describe the person that I was looking for.

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.

He squeezes me a little tighter before letting me go. We take our seats and place our orders. Laura kicks me under the table and I look up. "Killian fucking MacGregor," she mouths. I turn to Rebecca, who is sitting beside me. "Aiden tells me you have a son at home. How old is he?" "Mikey is two. This little guy," she glances down and rubs her tummy before meeting my eyes with a soft smile, "is due in fourteen weeks." I would have guessed much longer. "You're barely showing."

“You're welcome, funny girl.” “Hey!” Isioma broke the hug and pressed her finger against Mike's chest. “Just because you've helped me doesn't give you the right to call me a girl. Address me properly. I'm a 'lady', not a 'girl', and I am not your mate.” “Can you imagine?” Mike chuckled. “Is it because I look so young? How old are you?” “I'm twenty-one. You?” “Same here. We are age mates.” “Nah, I don't think so.” Isioma disagreed. “We may be age mates physically, but we aren't mates mentally. I'm sure I'm more experienced than you are.”