Bulstrode Millicent Novels & Stories

It looked like I would need it. " Millicent Brown is a daughter of Stuart Brown, the owner of Brown Company. " My father finally spoke, and I nodded. He was filling me with the information I already knew, so I sipped my drink waiting for the rest of this story. " This girl is a walking evil. She stole the company's money, putting her father on the edge of bankruptcy. Now, they need to rebuild it almost from scratch. The whole city knows about that, and you decided to help her?"

Catherine was running late for her class when she passes by the dance hall and hearing the unnamed professor say something about the auditions. There, Catherine already knew that it was Lyra who’d been receiving this unnecessary lecture, so she gathered all her guts, took a deep breath and pushed the door open, entering the dance hall. Everyone in the class looked at her with their eyes widened, including Brittany, who was looking at Catherine with flirting eyes, Lyra, whose eyebrows were furrowed and nearly in tears, and the instructor with a confused expression plastered on his face.

“Look, mommy! These boats are so small! They look like the bathtub toy Dad gave me!” Millicent pointed out, trapped in Alice's arms, as she seemed too excited about the sea view outside the hotel window, maybe even enough to try jumping straight into the sea “Can we ride in one? I want to see the fish!”

Chapter 12: He must be ready Millicent went to Miss Wyatt's funeral. She was saddened about what happened to Miss Wyatt. She remembered everything that happened during their first encounter. The memories were still fresh in her head as if it had only just occurred yesterday. Millicent was devastated. She was inconsolable. She couldn't stop crying. She wanted to tell Miss Wyatt how much she loved her and that she misses her terribly. But she didn't say anything. She just stood there and kept silent.

[Millicent] People always say, "Can you remember when the problem started?" I'd like to say, "Yes, Sir. You see there was this one moment where everything went wrong..." But I cannot. I don't even know who I am. I was not born Millicent Walker. That name was gifted to me when I showed up in the village of Crimson, covered in bruises, burns, and blood. I have no parents, no family, and no memory of my life before the age of seven, or however old I am--nobody is quite sure. My strange gold hair and hazel eyes made it obvious to those who first met me on the dusty road from the East that I wasn't from anywhere near the town of Crimson, or anywhere else along the Emerald Shore where the locals w

And also some scenes are not suitable for young audiences as it contains violence and sexual scenes! Synopsis If there is a word ‘bad’ in this world there is also a ‘badass’, and she was named Millicent Jaiyana Hepburn. Millicent Jaiyana or Millijay is feared by many. No one can stand on her way. No one can stop her and everyone must follow her biddings. She is the one that anyone can’t control for she is the heiress of the successful and popular communication company. But everything changes and turns out to be a roller coaster ride when her mother found out the bad things she did in her college school. Because of her mother’s wrath, she was sent to the Carter’s Group of Companies to be a se

The weight of so many eyes bore down on her like stone. Cedric, standing firm at her side, bent slightly toward her and spoke in a low, steady voice. “I am here for you. Take the first step with me.” She gave a faint nod. Together, they stepped into the hall. Milicent’s gown of deep black silk hugged her slender form with elegance, her golden hair arranged in fine braids and soft curls. Though many stared, some with open disdain, others with curiosity, she saw only him. Cedric guided her to the table and pulled out her chair with quiet care. She took her seat, composed though her heart yet raced. Cedric seated himself directly opposite her.

Her eyes — those eyes I’d once thought belonged to a harmless girl were now rimmed red, pupils too wide, sporting red veins that crisscrossed the white of them. She smiled slowly, teeth crooked. “Millicent,” I said carefully, keeping my tone level. “You don’t have to do this.” “Oh, don’t I?” she laughed, crouching down so that we were face to face. The tip of the blade hovered just beneath my chin. “You think I didn't know what I was doing when I infiltrated the household of one of the most powerful men in London and set it ablaze just to get you here, tied to a chair beneath me?”

She couldn’t possibly be expecting me to answer that question, could she? She came closer to me, and our noses were almost touching as she sized me up with her eyes. I was looking down at my feet, and she lifted my chin with her hands and looked me directly in the eyes. “It indeed is strange. There’s nothing spectacular about you, and he’s doing everything he can do for you. I bet he was confused the moment he saw you dressed so beautifully at the auction, and it is up to me to remind him that you are nothing more than a slave; and you share the same blood with those who caused his father’s breath to cease at the young age of forty-five,” Lady Millicent said.

He didn’t want me to get any closer. Seconds later, Millicent’s tall form came into view. Creatures ran from behind her in droves. Millicent reached out her hand, causing Frederick to levitate. He floated backward toward her, unable to do anything but stare at me. His lips wobbled as he cried. When he was in front of her, Millicent wasted no time laughing as she maliciously ran a dagger across his throat.