Minnie X Mickey Novels & Stories

She was lying on her couch in her fluffy onesie pajamas and a wool blanket, doing everything she could to comfort herself after last night. Mikey had a bottle of champagne in his hand and he did a little dance, twerking his way to the couch. He was in a celebratory mood, eager to welcome his best friend into the Ho Ho club, he called it. Meanwhile, Olivia shook her head and rolled her eyes, walking behind Mikey with a box of cupcakes in her hand. “So glad to finally have you on our side,” Mikey gave Audrey a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting down. “Now it’s your turn Liv, get yourself on Tinder or Coffee Meets Bagel and get them bagels,”

I facepalm internally. “I’m sorry, I just… I… Can I leave? I’ll come another time to— I’ll go get new ones…” I stammer. “No. Clean up this mess immediately.” “But sir—“ “What have I told you about buts, Minnie Mouse?” Ah yes, the only form of humor Scott has is calling me that nickname. Other than that, he is as cold as ice and very inconsiderate. “I’ll clean it right away.” Minutes later, I'm cleaning up his office while he and this woman switch positions every five minutes.

At first, they could only lift their heads for a brief moment before letting them drop again, but now both Minnie and Mickey could hold them up for a few seconds. Ashton, ever the meticulous one, had even made a spreadsheet to track their progress. After a week of training, Minnie could hold her head up for 7.8 seconds, while Mickey managed 7.4. ‘Do you think the nurse mixed them up at birth?’ I said, half joking. ‘It feels like Minnie came out first.’ Ashton glanced over, and I pointed at the chart on his tablet. ‘I’m serious. Look—whether it’s her appetite, her height, her weight, or just her energy, Minnie’s stronger than Mickey in every way.’

“What day is it today?” “It’s the day after Wednesday and the day before Friday which is Thursday. It’s Thursday all day long until midnight.” “Very good. Who are the people in this room with you today?” “Sister, Doc Harper Harper Harper, and Mickey Mouse.” “Is Mickey Mouse a person or a cartoon?” “Mickey Mouse is a cartoon in Disney and he’s a man over there in the corner and he likes my sister. I saw him looking at her with sparkling eyes.” “Oh my god,” I whisper. I stare at the floor, knowing there’s no way I can stop this freight train. When Jersey gets on a roll, no one can stop him. No one who doesn’t want a giant tantrum on their hands can, anyway.

“Biggest wrap party in America, in Orlando, yeah, it wasn't very hard to put the pieces together. Plus, I had to come say hi, those idiots were the first production company willing to try out MIC.” “Mike?” I asked as I dumped my empty cup on the dirt floor and grabbed the chains of the swing. Carson gave a low chuckle, one that even though came from him, rattled inside me. “No, not Mike, doll, M-I-C. It's this new high-tech camera we've been developing. The boys in white have a long complicated name for it but I just call it MIC. Easier to remember, and say.” “Oh good. And here I was thinking that you gave a production company a man to try out.”

Coco was at a loss for words. "All in all, you had a good time last night," Minnie said with a wink. "Just follow the instructions in the file I gave you, and I guarantee you'll get pregnant soon. My relatives tried it, and it worked like a charm." Coco’s mouth twitched. "Thanks for your enthusiasm." "No problem. Just remember to make me your baby’s godmother when the time comes," Minnie laughed. They chatted a bit more and then discussed the upcoming comic exchange event.

He never told me but Dante had told me how evil and rough his father had always been. Maybe that was the reason he was so gentle with the kids.. Was he afraid he would do the same thing to our kids? I clasped our hands together and squeezed as we entered the fairyland of magical creatures. The park was filled with people but not too crowded. Goofy, Donald, Snow white, Princess Sofia, and of course, Mickey. Emilia squealed and pulled me toward Minnie Mouse, while Dante ran straight for Buzz Lightyear. "Mummy look look! Minnie. How are you, Minnie?" Emilia screamed, pointing to her headband.

They looked at each other for a long moment, both fighting tears and losing the battle, before Emmeline put her head back on Minnie's chest. "This is all because of you, Mister Lawson. How the hell did you manage to separate two best friends who never did anything to hurt anyone?” Minnie said to Emile with obvious annoyance. “We were minding our own business!" Minnie added with dramatic flair that would've made a soap opera actress proud. "Instead of breaking one heart, you broke two! I hope you're fucking satisfied with yourself!" Emmeline let out a laugh that was half-sob, burying her face in Minnie's shoulder:

I said as I lead him to the theater room. I open the door to reveal a large flat-screen television surrounded by large sofas. There was also a mini bar at the side with cotton candy and a popcorn machine. I watch as Alex walks inside the room to take a look around. He stood in front of the popcorn machine before turning to look at me. "Mind if I have some? For the tour?" He asked. "Sure," I said as I approach him. I turned on the machine and we just stood there watching the kernels pop, one after another.

Except for a particular raven hair boy who got to get shy when she was around. With time passing, they were busy with their studies. Minnie had to prepare for her college admission while Chriss was in school. Now, no one could say that he was younger than her. He was taller than her. Easily covering the 6 years gap. Yon, Yan always treated him like their younger brother. Teasing and playing with him. But once they felt the special bond between Minnie and Chriss they never messed with him. Besides, he was the son of their Papa Simon. So he was special to them like his sisters.