Bulstrode Millicent Novels & Stories

This is the rule we apply, when the solution to the contradiction is to guillotine the aristocracy and all their capitalist lackeys. She turned in the doorway and laughed. 'Well done, Millicent. I’ll give you a fifty-quid bonus if you ever manage to use it. Don’t forget you have become a lackey. Could be painful.'

ONE YEAR LATER “Anastasia Robinson.” Ana heard her name and smiled before she stood up from her seat. There was a standing ovation as soon as she got onto the center stage and was approaching the dean. She stared at the standing crowd who were applauding for her, and her eyes found Kate who was also cheering with a phone camera in one hand trying to capture all of the moments at Ana's graduating ceremony, and her other hand was wrapped around her two months old granddaughter, Millicent.

The old woman retorted, and Stasia's eyes burned. "Word of advice, don't get your hopes up. They will surely dump you when the time comes. I promise you," she growled, and Martha collected her flowers from Stasia, refusing to sell the bouquet to her. "I have said nothing wrong, Aunty. She will regret it." Stasia said, and my eyes bulged, realising Martha was related to Stasia. "I can't believe you will entertain her. I would have been Luna if it weren't for her," she told her aunt, and I got up immediately, ready to leave.

just loud enough for the word to burn. Rita stood at the top of the grand staircase, her hands gripped tightly on the railing, watching the scene unfold below. She didn’t stop them. She didn’t say a word to defend the woman who was the mother of her grandson—her step-daughter. Her silence was the ultimate permission for the staff to treat me with open contempt. In her cold, aristocratic eyes, I had committed the ultimate sin: I had made the family look messy, and for that, I was to be discarded.

My wolf, Zara, reared his and I quickly followed her. 'Hello, beauty'. She swung round, and said, a breathless singsong voice, 'Oh, it's you'. Then she seemed to remember what I have called her. 'My name is Millicent, not Beauty!' she snapped and I found the way she snapped at me rather attractive, almost like a wife snapping lovingly at her husband.

My dress was going to be ruined! "My goodness! I'm so sorry Peggy. I really am." Nathan finally spoke. "Nathan, put your psycho on a leash!" Mila warned. I proceeded to clean off the wine on my face with the handkerchief Justin had offered me. The damned wine had undoubtedly gotten into my eyes because my eyes were beginning to feel bloated and heavy.

I replied, staring at him happily. “How much do they cost too?” He returned his gaze to the lady that sold the wares. “They cost a fortune. A whopping four million dollars!” She replied with a British accent, emphasizing on the ‘four million dollars.’ “Two million dollars for the bracelet and the other two million dollars for the earring,” she continued. “I'd need them too,” he told the young lady, who now packaged the diamond necklace. She handed over the bag to him. He took it and we left the store.

“She’s the woman in those pictures?” Lazare didn’t flinch. “She is.” “That woman needs to leave. Right now.” “Ma, she has a name,” he said, voice like steel. “And she’s not leaving unless I tell her to.” That was it. Alexandria stormed forward, heels clacking like gunshots against the floor. Without hesitation, she grabbed a fistful of Vlada’s hair and yanked. “If she won’t walk out of this mansion, then I’ll drag her out myself!”

We always lived in the moment, enjoying life to the fullest. We were dancing like crazy when James came over and interrupted me. He took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around my waist. I was confused and ready to snap at him, but then he leaned in and whispered, "Hey, your period is here, it's on your dress. Use my jacket to cover it." My face turned bright red. "Thanks," I mumbled. That moment stuck with me. That was the first time I really noticed James—the only son of the wealthiest family in Weston.

With all the evil she had unleashed in her wake, she should be grateful a neck press was all she got from me. “Start the car, we have two more hours to go,” she rasped, a sly smile spreading across her face. That was when I registered… Millicent was intentionally stalling us, making us move around in circles to buy more time for her brother. More time… more fucking time to harm Robin.