Oswald X Mickey Novels & Stories

I admitted quietly. “Telepath, huh?” Oswald said, his tone amused. “Mind control, love? That certainly fits you.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at his teasing. “I’m not controlling anyone, Oswald. But yes, that’s part of it.” “Interesting,” he said with a nod, his curiosity piqued. “We’ll have to talk more about that later.” Before I could respond, the elevator doors opened, and we stepped out onto the ground floor. Just as we passed the dining hall, we ran into Maxine. She eyed Oswald and me curiously.

If one can still call him such, with how thin and plain he is. “Oswald. Terrific timing, old friend. How about you clear things up with your mindless guards about me and let me, my beloved, and my Beta stay some nights here? I would also like to talk to you about-” Before I could finish my request for his other aid, Oswald snapped his finger, and a horde of werewolves suddenly jumped down from above, having us surrounded.

Aires seemed to have realized Elsie shiver and so, he closed it without saying anything. As Aires drove away, Elsie sighed and then introduced, I don’t think you both know each other officially. Oswald, meet Aires, my brother and friend, he is a super star. Aires, this is Oswald, my business partner and friend. Oswald nodded his head and muttered, A super star, I see, I am not surprised he drives this small thing in the name of a car, I guess it all because of the fame. Aires sighed and countered,

No more arguments from him. Oscar strolls in, looking sharp in a navy blue polo that makes his grey eyes practically glow blue. He moves to stand right next to Xander…who, by the way, looks ridiculously good in that dark green polo. My frown deepens slightly as I watch how close Oscar is standing to Xander, their arms practically brushing. ‘Are they together?’ I ask Medus. ‘I don’t know,’ my wolf responds, thoughtful. ‘But after the moment we had with Xander earlier, I doubt it. No way he’d be comfortable standing that close to his partner after that… would he?’

But instead, he stood there frozen in shock. "You might think why I came back now after so many years, don't you?" Oswald slowly walked closer to where Butch was standing. As Oswald stood tall at 6 feet, Butch is on the shorter side with a broad frame. While Oswald is toned with all the years of hardwork. Oswald leaned closer to Butch, so that he could whisper in Butch's ear. "To see your downfall" he whispered. Butch was left speechless as Oswald walked away.

He was going to think about it another time and he was sure to find a solution to it. Looking at Xavier, Oswald was surprised to find him smiling while deep in thought. Oswald frowned when he saw this and wondered why the hell Xavier was happy. He was supposed to be racking his brain about the matter, yet he was completely relaxed and smiling. "Say, Xavier, tell me, you look happy which is unusual, tell me why." Oswald smiled as he broke the silence. "Huh.." Xavier froze, "I thought you wouldn't notice." "Tell me what's it?"

But I remembered how that Alpha touched me, how he had thought of me as an omega. My body instantly flinched, and a misshapen grimace formed on my face. I clicked my tongue. “I’m starting to smell like an omega.” “I could give you something for it,” he said. “Please do.” Gerard smiled at me. He took his glass and brought it to his lips. He was about to drink when he turned his glass, and put his lips on the same spot I had drunk from. Was this a mistake? Or did he do this on purpose?

Oswin looked up in surprise at the tiny frame that was straddling him. With a smirk, he leaned down next to Oswin's ear and whispered, "You said 'anything, didn't you?" He waited for a nod as a confirmation before licking the latter's ear shell and blew a hot breath inside, along with seductive words, "Then, I want your body, your majesty."

There was nothing on them. “Mm,” Carlson hummed, pushing away from the window. He spread his arms wide like a welcoming host. “We meet again, brother.” Oswald’s eyes swept the room with that glacial calm that made lesser men break out in sweat. He didn’t even spare Carlson a nod. He just glanced at Stanley, then Diego, the faces were unfamiliar but not unexpected. His eyes drifted back to Carlson, unimpressed. “Carlson.” Oswald’s voice was iron and ice. “You dragged me out here to talk. So talk.”

Spottacus' ears were stuck in the air at the sound of a distant whistle and he got up and left the room, leaving me sitting in silence and waiting for Ossey to return. "Hey wanna get something to eat?" Oswald asks as he showed up again. "Have you ever heard of anyone refusing food?" I grin. "It could be a first," he chuckles. I let him lead the way to his family's kitchen. It looked exactly like the one at home with an island and similar decor. "What do you want to eat?" Oswald asks as I took a seat. "Anything you've got." He got some toaster strudels from the cupboard and added them to the toaster.