Oswald Mickey Novels & Stories

Michelson off her. “Did Oscala give you any healing pill?” he asked me weakly. “Yes.” I took mine out and so did Daisy. We have it to them. They chewed on it and to my surprise, it worked twice as fast as Oscala had predicted. “Wow.” I couldn’t help but say. “It works faster on warriors. Once a warrior always a warrior.” Mrs. Michelson said. “We have to brace ourselves.” Mr. Michelson grew out his claws, half transforming into his wolf immediately. My eyes grew wider. Even now it still takes me lots of time to do that.

"Mr. Walson, that jerk hit me!" Henry looked at Mickey and waved his hand. "Come here." Mickey was excited. He gathered the courage to stand up and asked with a mocking smile. "You called me?" However, Henry did not look at him. He roared, "I didn't come to make small talk!" Mickey was furious. He pointed at Henry and said scoldingly. "Hey! I'm not afraid, even if you have a lot of men. Just so you know, I know the owner of this pub. I'll call him and you'll beg me to forgive you!"

That I didn’t look like a burger wrapped in leather. Or Tyler wouldn’t take one look at me and turn me into somebody’s Monday morning joke. I sighed. “Oh my God!” I jerked, my head snapping toward Maeve. “What happened?” Her eyes were partly wide, her mouth hanging open as she stared at the tablet in her hands. “You will not believe what I just found out.” She said, tucking her hair behind her ear. I blinked. “What is it?” “Oscar is Oscar Wilde the second.” I stared at her. “What?”

“Lucy is cute though.” "You have some fetish with the alphabet 'L'?" he muttered, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at Olivia. His words laced with a touch of sarcasm as he leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. Olivia sat upright, giving him a look of annoyance. She pointed her fork towards him, her eyes flashing with a fiery intensity that dared him to continue speaking. "You shut up, dimwit," she shot back. Micah's smirk widened, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "You know I work for the mafia, right?" he continued, his voice low. "I can shoot-"

Sasha added,catcalls went all around chilling the atmosphere. "This are Micah's parent"Isabelle said pointing at the couple's,they wave and throw kisses. "Like I said they're Micah's parent,Ms. Blanka Codds and Mr jasper Codds,the Codds as y'all know owns OSC corporation which is a game company in Poland,while Micah is the sole owner of Codds suite and lounge"Isabelle pause. "And hey I'm so happy to be here,shout out to this people" The claps,cheers and shouts went around,Isabelle laugh. Isabelle laugh as she tells the girls he doesn't have a brother when they bombarded her with question,she saw Margaret from the far corner of her eyes and wave,Margaret wave back smiling.

Oliver Breakfast was over all too quickly. I had already forgotten most of the names of the pack members who were introduced to me, most of whom were warriors or farmhands who report to Ryan. He wasn’t there this morning, but we were told he was already out working. We got up and walked to Narissa’s office with her leading the way. Sophia and Sam stood up to join us. Before we could enter the office, I stop suddenly, causing them to slam into me accidentally.

Sylvia told her. “I think you throwing mud at my head got me back for that.” Mickey complained. “What??” Now Grey joined in. “That hit ME.. not you!” He said. “Still….” Mickey replied. “Y’all are assholes and I’m going through every puddle I see…. just for that.” “Noooo!” Aspen cried. “You’ll mess up our purty decorations!” “Purty?? Purty Aspen? Did we time travel back into the woods?” Mickey asked.

Michelle's eyes were glued to Oswald and his, too. Oswald felt something strange, a feeling he couldn't fight off because it had a domineering power, so all he could do was submit to its authority. Oswald was happy they were not at the front while all of these were going on because he had no words to explain his feelings. "Hi, I am Michelle Madavaski, Kendrick Madavaski's cousin." Michelle introduced herself after she was able to shake the spark she felt off. "I am Oswald. It's nice to meet you, although it's not the right place to meet someone for the first time." Oswald said.

“He didn’t tell you about me, did he?” “Um. Who?” “Come on, Maverick.” He was really Lake’s friend. He even knew my name. “You’re his friend. Gabe Linden. The big boss of Osmium.” “Bingo. Nice meeting you, pretty lady.” “Likewise.” I shook his big hand. “Homer and Owen work for you.” I poured a shot of whisky and offered it to him. “He talked about you and Striker.” “Hmm.” He took a sip, his eyes still pinning at me. “You know, you look familiar.”

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,”