Musketeer Mickey Novels & Stories

“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.” Hazel snorted, tossing a socket wrench into the toolbox. She liked Mikey. In the middle of all this chaos, his dumbass humor was a rare breath of fresh air—platonic, light, the little brother she never had. “Keep talking shit and I’ll modify your ride so it only goes in reverse, kid. See how funny you are when you’re backing away from Vipers at sixty miles an hour.” Mikey clutched his chest like he’d been shot. “Cruel. Brutal. I thought we were friends. I even saved you the last decent coffee this morning before Dagger drank it all like a savage.”

The younger man's keen eyes noted the old timer had been attempting to replace a busted pipe all by his lonesome. "There ain't been a Charles McCormick round these parts since I was six years old." replied the old man narrowing his eyes at Brick before dropping the shovel and getting to his feet as he climbed out of the two-foot-deep sized hole he'd dug into the ground. "They call me Chalie Mack." "Brick Kenneally." replied the rugged biker. "Might have known you'd come," said Charlie as he stepped toward Brick. Up close the younger man could see the sparse blond hairs beneath his hat and the shimmering of his blue eyes as his reddened formerly pale skin continued to sweat amid the blazing h

Mickey said trying to fuel the already burning flame. “Chicken out, I would never and this would not be a first of a trigger being pulled at me, so bring your best shot miss leader or should I say miss spinster,” he said with a smirk. “How dare you !!!” she voiced out as she instantly tried jumping right at him as she changed the gun to a dagger instantly. I have to say that was impressive, she really is worth the hype, I can't believe she can switch weapons so quickly. Luckily, Mickey caught her and held her tightly before she could tear up Daniel who was still saying words to piss off Nola even more, he really seemed to be enjoying this.

“No, sir, no sir, no sir. You are staying right here with me.” “I wanna be with Mickey Mouse!” Jersey yells. “I wanna be with Mickey Mouse! Let me go! Let me go, asshole!”

He has the same tall dark handsome Italian genes and weirdly green eyes, the same overall death by glare and oozing intimidation. I never knew Italians with olive skin could have green eyes but it’s not as pretty or as soulless as the pale grey of a wolf. Mico is a typical Hollywood gangster movie henchman in a dark suit and black overcoat. Silent, obedient and all seeing. He doesn’t strike me as dumb either and has that same clever sadism about him that Alexi just effortlessly oozes from every pore. Only Mico is not as dominant and out there as Mr Mafia Boss is, and tends to be the silent intimidation in the room and only does as he is told.

"Michael. But you can call me Mikey." "Mikey, how fitting," he said, his goofy grin still present. "Oh and this amazing person next to me is going to be the next Bill Gates, I'm sure of it!" "Shut up, you turd," his friend yelled, hitting him in the head. Then he looked at him and gave a small smile. "Eric." And from that moment, Mikey knew that Anton Emma was something. He would be the key to reaching his goal in football.

Micky cleared his throat importantly and looked at everyone. "I got some personal work here Monty, can't tell you right now." He did his best to mimic Aryan's voice and Aryan couldn't help himself but join everyone in laughter. Micky is indeed a cheeky monkey, Aryan thought inwardly. Even as he was enjoying Micky's antics throughout the drive, he wasn't too keen to show it. *****

“We’ve a wee problem up our way. Someone’s been pokin’ their nose where it doesnae belong. Sound familiar?” Paddy’s gaze flicked to Mickey, and that was all Declan needed. He grabbed Paddy by the shirt, yanked him halfway across the table, and growled, “We can do this fast or slow. Pick one.” Mickey raised his hands like he was trying to calm a wild dog. “I-I don’t know his name, swear it! But I’ve seen him. Comes in wi’ big talk, flashin’ money like it’s nothin’. Said he’s got info on… on you lot.”

Keith hated something like this. “So, you know my name?” I asked even though I only just heard him call my name. “Yes…I do,” he was still stuttering. “What is yours?” I asked him. He hesitated. “What is your fucking name?” I snarled sternly. “It’s Mickey,” he responded quickly when he realized that I wasn’t playing games with him. “What is going on here?” I asked him. Again, he hesitated, and I realized that even though he was scared, he was still trying to play loyal. I glared at him deeply, and he cowered under my stern gaze.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,