Bulstrode Millicent Novels & Stories

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.

Kari muttered, not intending for anyone to hear, but he must have spoken louder than intended as Millicent laughed and the other’s eyebrows jumped. “I do like him,” Millicent said. “Such spirit and a bit of a temper. I don’t think he appreciated being my playmate, but I certainly enjoyed playing with him. But now he’s all prettied up for your attention. Aren’t I such a nice little sister?” She sported such a devilish grin that Kari shuddered in memory of the oils and face paints. Millicent was so pretty with her large, liquid eyes and small frail stature but it hid a monstrous bully.

"I’m done playing the obedient daughter." Without waiting for his response, Millicent slipped through the crowd, ignoring the fake smiles and shallow compliments that clung to her like oxygen. But just as she moved, she collided with someone. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” the stranger said quickly. She looked up and blinked in surprise. A young man with striking blue hair, dressed in a blue suit… and wearing a matching blue earring?? Wow… talk about consistency. What a head-to-toe coordination. “Are you alright?” he asked gently.

“Over here.” Millicent. I turn to her, she’s changed out of her, Cashmere clothes and into something simple, something that wouldn’t raise suspicions if a Royal and a Commoner was seen together. “You look very Commoner.” I say sliding into the booth, She has also chosen a booth furthest from the door, so far behind, you’d have to be searching for her in here if you wanted to see her. She snorts, rubbing her hands together. “If I am going to be spending the rest of my life with one, I have to start dressing like one right?”

Now I’m face to face with the orange haired girl. “Hi! I’m Millicent.” She beamed at me while offering her hand. I always associate myself with the word ‘simple’ since that’s how I feel with the way I dress up and color my face. But this Millicent girl… she’s definitely on another level of ‘simple’. I don’t see any trace of make-up on her face, not even a lip balm to color her pale lips. Some girls are insecure with their freckles but Millicent just let them clearly visible on her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Nevertheless, she’s still pretty as heck!

55 Come Emily’s POV “Don’t even start.” I glaringly look at Arthur. He seem to be enjoying this but I don’t I hate that I have to speak up like that, isn’t that suppose to be common sense? And how can a person be like that? I’m not even like that when I was being a mistress to Arthur but no, she’s not a mistress and I surely hope she won’t be because I don’t know what I will do if she will be.

Smiling wide so she wouldn't scare them away. "Mom," Celia said at the same time ponytail girl stammered, "Mrs... Mrs Thane" "What is your name?" "Nina Whitmore. My father is Mayor Whitmore" Thalia scoffed "So since your father is the mayor, you think you can bully my daughter?" "What? No, Mrs Thane. We were just talking" "It's Ashcroft." "What?"

I stutter. That wasn't entirely a lie. Nathan is a college friend whom I had an unpleasant past with. “That's a relief. But helping with two million in just a night is really a huge favor, who is this college friend if I may ask?” My throat has almost become dry. “Camila!” I exclaim and she raises her brows. “Camila’s husband gave me a loan, he's uhm.. a manager in a prestigious bank.” I manage to fetch out a lie.