Mikey Williams Age Novels & Stories

“Hey!” “Y-yes, Ms. William? I laughed softly because he was confused and it was obvious in his voice. “Relax, Liam. I’m the only one you’re talking to. Anyway, how old are you?” I don’t know but I just saw him now, but I seem to know right away that he is a kind person and he is handsome. “I’m twenty-four, Ms. William.”

She’s not buying it. “Sometimes, when you look at someone, you know.” Michaelsmilesdown at me, and my stomach tries to turn itself over. It’s not real, Lilly. It seems fucking real though. And words that twenty-three-year-old me would have died to hear are spilling from Michael’s lips.

He didn't even return for John's engagement banquet. After all this time, that woman was still by his side. Mike leaned back in his chair and, seeing everyone's unpleasant expressions, a faint smile appeared on his face. "Brothers, why are you reacting so strongly? Don't you trust John's judgment?" Compared to Flame and Joel, Mike was the youngest, only eight years older than John. His appearance wasn't strikingly handsome, but his features were clear and refined, like a gentle breeze, giving off a very warm and steady feeling.

The only seat he could find. “Should you be drinking beer for your age?” The black-hair boy asked. Is this kid nuts, asking something like that to someone older than him. A kid asking that question when the kid himself was drinking made Silver rather angry. He frowned. “For my age?….. And here you are drinking beer, when what are you, thirteen?” Silver wasn’t in a very good mood to begin with. “I may look thirteen, but I’m 63.” He gave his right hand to Silver, saying, “By the way, I’m Mike Williams. And you are?”

“Will…” “No, I’m not here to nag you about it. Don’t get me wrong. But… Mike, are you really waiting for someone?” Will asked in concern. “What are your plans for the future? You’re not getting any younger, you know. You’re already in your thirties.” Michael said nothing in response, so Will continued.

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.”

The party starts around nine, and Mia has me dancing with her in the middle of the room. She’s so excited and everybody’s yelling happy birthday to her. She hasn’t really gotten a big party like this before, she always wanted to spend her birthdays with me, and me being the outsider I was, wouldn’t go to any big parties. She’s seventeen now, and beyond excited about being able to find her mate in a year. I think she secretly wants it to be Walker, but she’s to stubborn to admit it. She says they’re just having fun, until one of them finds their mate.

"Yeah, duh!" "Michael called in sick and I took over his shift. This is a freaking nightmare. I honestly have no idea how you manage it." He shouted over the music, making me laugh at his response. He was in his late twenties and if my guess was right, he must be 29 years old, four years older than me.

He cautiously walks towards us, no more running for this little guy, and once he was in front of me, he wipes his hands on his shorts once again before touching my tummy. “Wuna,” he said happily. Drake kneeled down and spoke with Mikey. “Did you get hurt? Do you feel any pain?” Drake asks. Mikey shook his head no. “Mwikey is stwong,” he showed Drake his tiny little arms and biceps letting Drake know that he was strong. “Wow, Mikey is a big boy now,” Drake said. Mikey nodded in agreement. “A big boy who can’t read,” Nori said as he approach us.

he says, cutting his eyes quickly to me. It’s a warning perhaps, maybe a dare. I’ve never been able to understand why but Mikey has always been threatened by me. Mom apparently had sworn she was done having kids and then poof, one day I came along. The child nobody wanted and there’s a fifteen year age gap between Declan and I.