Bulstrode Millicent Novels & Stories

“Big sis, where are you?” As she knocked on the door, Faith cried out. Millicent left the second floor in search of the butler after hearing no response. Because the butler was present, he would know whether someone was present. It didn’t take her long to find the butler in the kitchen, giving the chef some directions. When Butler John noticed Millicent, he instantly stopped what he was doing and walked respectfully towards the adolescent, asking politely, “How can I be of service, young miss?”

She noticed that I was staring too long onto to paper. “I will think about it, Sister Veronica.” “And you are…” She thought for a little while, “Sister Tilly, Right?” “Mathilda.” I corrected. “Nice meeting you, Sister Mathilda.” And I let her go, without even trying. My feet were glued on the thread of the stairs, as I watched her back get drenched. Follow her, Tilly, I told myself, Follow her.

I clenched my hands and gritted my teeth. I couldn't be mistaken. The broad smile and signature red lipstick Millicent often wore, and her blonde hair, which was often in a high ponytail. Millicent likes the colour pink, everything she donned on her was it, and I was sure if she hadn't come with her father, she'd have used a pink car. She looked joyous, and it infuriated me the more. How could she smile after all she had done?! How could she show her face after killing Apollo and me?

The cry of the child could be heard across all the rooms in the mansion, Priscilla was so used to the child crying at night, she began taking pills to sleep well and unbothered even if the child was to cry overnight. Being a mother was not an easy task and it was one she was never prepared for; she had a nanny Sarah who would help her take care of the child but at late hours such as this the child could only calm down at the hands of its mother and that was something Priscilla was not in for.

Mary Redferne As I followed my sister back to her bridal suite, and knocked on it, Clara didn’t open the door at first, but when I threatened to knock it down, she begrudgingly opened it. I felt bad as I saw her beautiful makeup turned into a puddle of tears that streaked down her face, her makeup still running as she cried her heart out.

Then, they started betting. "1 Million Dollars!" "1.5 Million Dollars!" "Honey, could you please buy that for me? I want that necklace," Tessa asked. "Then, make a bet," William replied. Tessa smiled widely and raised her number. "2 Million Dollars!" She shouted which called the attention of everyone. Then, she looked around with chin up showing confidence that no one could ever bet a higher amount than what she gave. "2 Million Dollars? No matter how I try to work for that, I won't earn that even how many years I try to work for you, Sir," Fred whispered.

Well, judging by the way Millicent was veiledly warning him about her father, maybe him being a man was already a problem in itself. “My Goodness!” someone gasped nearby and Isaac turned to see Millicent’s young assistant standing in front of the car that had brought her and her bodyguard and Cassidy. “This is the biggest house I’ve ever seen…” Her eyes seemed to be wide, but it was hard to tell when her glasses looked like they had been cleaned with sandpaper “And it’s so beautiful…”

"I'll say this one last time. I am Nathaniel's mother, Judith Foster. Everything you're doing right now is pushing yourself toward a dead end." At that, a trace of mockery flashed through Scarlett's eyes. She lowered her voice so only the two of us could hear. "You old hag, still not done pretending? If I don't crush you today, I'll take your last name."

She’s here as a woman who is discontent bwith her man, only yhe man she has come to meet is not actually her man, not anymore. She strides confidently to the reception desk, her sunglasses perched on her nose. The young woman behind the desk blinks up at her, momentarily starstruck. “Good afternoon, ma’am. How can I help you?” “I’m here to see Arthur Worth.” Millicent says, her tone cool, completely masking how she really feels walking in there, knowing that she is risking a scandal, even worse now that he is married. The receptionist hesitates, glancing at her computer. “Do you have an appointment, ma’am?”

But her stomach churned and she felt as if swallowing one bite would make her sick. Millicent snorted. “My dear, perhaps I ought to have warned you to lower your standards in that regard. If you use a man’s height against him we may never find the right one.”Millicent says smirking, Millicent is one of Aurora's many good friends, she's also in the same profession as her.