Helluva Millie Novels & Stories

Karla said as she stepped in front of Melli as she turned to catch the van. “I will auntie I promise, no worries I got this, but I need you to set me up on go.” Melli said as her aunt moved out of her and pulled her gun. She lifted it up in the air and pulled the trigger. The people in front of them parted like the red sea. Melli was gone within seconds, she ran full speed past the people who were now on the ground thinking they were dead. “Damnit there’s a sea of cars in her way, moving way too fast, how is she going to get through all those ca…” Kane was saying before he saw Melli leap into the air, landing on top of the first car, not missing a step; she started leaping cars like she was

"Millie, I'm Joanna Lowell, the daughter of the Lowell family. How dare you hit me? Are you out of your mind?" Millie sneered. She was indeed out of her mind. Then, she forcefully pushed Joanna against the car and proceeded to grip her neck, effortlessly lifting her off the ground.

Millie. She stood near a flower stall, her hair in a messy bun with sunglasses on her head. She wore a simple white dress and sandals. She was laughing at something the elderly vendor said, with colorful flowers in her arms. For a moment, Damian watched her. Not as Michelle's sister. Not as part of a complicated family. Just... her. Millie turned, her eyes widening when she saw him. She paused, almost dropping the flowers.

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

llelujah! Dum! dum! Hallelujah!... Dum! Hallelujah!... Dum! Halle-lu-jaaaaah!!!! "Clover!! Come on you gotta stop zoning out with that creepy smile on your face" Millicent pulled my arms down from their hallelujah pose. I snapped out of my imagination and looked forward at the variety of goodies.

After everything that had transpired throughout the day, she wasn't certain that she could handle any more surprises. The young lady, who appeared to be between the ages of seventeen and eighteen, shrugged and continued to wheel the trolly to the table in her room. Selena had seen her before. Millie, the girl who was taking care of her while she was going through her crazy phase. She sported blue-dyed hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. She was dressed in all pink on her from head to toe. She looked adorably colourful and happy. It was impossible to tell from her appearance whether she had been abused or terrified. Although Selena hadn't spent much time with the pack, she had formed t

A six-year-old Milli Velvet struggled to carry her baby brother Duran. She had to run; she had to get away from their mother, Diva Divina Velvet before she killed them too. Her brother was limp in her aching arms as she ran out into the street to get away from the drunk monster screaming and staggering after them. Car tires squealed as Milli fell down. She was sure they were going to die, about to be squished like the neighbor’s cat. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the impact.

charade blows up in my face. “You moved fifty million dollars because you’re scared?” he interrupted, voice rising slightly. “That’s your answer?” he added with a mocking scoff. He leaned forward, voice quieter now, but far more dangerous, almost like we had switched places for a second, my voice was getting increasingly louder.

Luna Anya's voice kept droning on, but Eric seemed to hear nothing, completely lost in his own world. "Eric, I'm talking to you, do you hear me?" Noticing her son's strange behavior, Luna Anya waved a hand in front of his face, but still couldn't get his attention. He just kept muttering a name under his breath: "Sera... Sera..." The name reached Luna Anya's ears, making her frown, her eyes filled with contempt and disdain. A low-born Omega with no bloodline to speak of, who only got close to the Dark Moon pack's inner circle because Eric had lost his memory. Only then did she even enter the sights of the upper-class pack members.

Swiftly and discreetly, I snapped a picture and uploaded it with a clever caption. "Chilling at my penthouse" I nonchalantly declared, my voice dripping with confidence as I basked in the luxurious surroundings. This opulent space belonged to none other than Ryan, and I reveled in the exclusive status it afforded me. In a society that seemed to disdain the less fortunate, I felt compelled to live up to the standards set by the wealthy elite. I spared no expense in my pursuit of beauty and extravagance, viewing it as a necessary means to showcase my capabilities. Some might call it a facade, a shallow existence, but I vehemently disagreed.