Helluva Millie Novels & Stories

he said. That name rings a bell in my ears. Hmmm. Wait a second. Aha! Brandon Crawford! The one who lends me his Gucci handkerchief which by the way is in my house. "You mean me to say that Brandon who is oozing with so much sex appeal and charisma? Oh! Dang! I want to be fucked by him," the girl with the arched brow said. Gross. "Shut your mouth, Michelle! Your pussy can never drip wet a cock!" They both laughed except for the girl named Michelle. "Fuck you bitch! At least my pussy had no teeth at all Veronica! How bout yours? Yo man said that your pussy has cavities," she said.

"Hey! It's nice to put a face to the name. I'm Peggy. Peggy Anderson. My mom is Felicity, the..." "I know whom your mom is." I interjected. "It's really wonderful to meet you too Peggy. I'm Camilla Monteiro, but feel free to call me Mila." I grinned, and she winked. "I'm in love with her already Carter." Peggy piped. "There you have it! Your company." Carter gave a toothy grin. "I was already informed about that one. Chop chop! off you go then." "Away with me, then" He added. "But before that, when did you get here" He directed his question at Peggy.

stomach cries out begging her to eat something. "What us wrong with you" millie says out of nowhere "you're gonna stave yourself just cause you're mad?" "I am, I am VERY MAD. I'm so mad I'm hearing voices in my head" she pulls her hair. "You know other people would've accepted me by now, but no....." she stretches the no "you just have to be so fucking slow" "I can't trust you" "I'm YOU, who the fuck else are you gonna trust if you can't trust yourself" millie argues "I just want what's best for you, what's best for us"

My Millie. He has her.

The hot water helped to soothe my muscles. I wanted to relax and forget all the weird things that had happened that day. Why did the medallion react that way to me? Was I truly the true Luna of our pack? Why did I start glowing when I was upset from the nightmare I had? All these questions kept racing around inside my head. I sunk, letting myself sink below the water before popping back up again. I wiped the water from my eyes, and when I opened them, I was staring into two sets of identical eyes.

I called out. The pale yellow liquid slid down my throat like a warm current, and the edges of my vision began to blur. "Megs, wait here for me, okay? I'm going to dance for a bit." Hopping off her barstool, Millie squeezed her way onto the dancefloor as the music cranked louder. It wasn't long before a wolf took her seat. The collar of his white dress shirt was open, and he had deliberately left several buttons undone to reveal his pectorals.

Clara’s familiar voice sounded from the other end. Millie’s eyes snapped open wide, and she shot upright on the couch, instantly alert. She grabbed her discarded bra from the floor, holding it to her chest as she gathered her bearings. “Clara? Where are you?” “Mills, you won’t believe it,” Clara’s voice came back, sounding relieved and excited. “I’m back in Atlanta.”

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I was a little confused by this sudden invitation but still agreed to go. The next afternoon, an expensive black car took us to a villa that exuded understated luxury. The little girl who'd been bullied stood at the front door, looking expectant as she waited for us to arrive. Once she saw Elaine, she ran over and hugged her tightly. It was wonderful seeing them hold each other like that. I couldn't help watching them fondly. "Are you Ms. Willow York, Elaine's mother? I'm Priscilla Fischer's father." A deep baritone pulled me back to reality.

I washed her hair with a gentle, protective reverence, my fingers lingering near the heavy, swollen mark on her neck, watching the water turn pink around us. When we finally got dressed, we bypassed the heavy, suffocating ceremonial attire. Millie chose a simple royal blue dress that fell a little below her shoulders, leaving the raw, distinct puncture marks on her collarbone completely visible to the world. She paired it with a pair of simple gold slippers and gold earrings, wristwatch and bracelet. She didn’t bother to wear anything on her neck because the bite was still fresh and in its healing process, also, she needed to lay it bare for every eyes to see.