Milhouse Novels & Stories

Milo greeted me with a wide smile on his face. Milo is one of my closest friends in Bendoveh Island's Sixth District. He is the only bartender who does not consume alcohol. He's been clean for nearly three years. We grew up together and have been looking out for each other ever since. I've been going to the 69ers Club every night, and Milo has been my spotter and wingman when it comes to women.

We were the three, nobody in the business or outside world wanted to deal with. we sat in a corner, a waitress came to take out orders. " Hi good afternoon gentlemen, my name is Ariella and I'll be your waitress for the day". Sha said professionally taking out a notepad from her apron pocket. I noticed her apron was different from the rest of the staff. " three black coffees please". " What can I get you guys for dessert?." " What do you have?". " We have tiramisu cake cheesecake, orange cake, and our special black forest cake". she mentioned.

✨✨✨✨✨ Russell I drove to the small grocery outlet in town, parked the car, and headed inside. The place looked more prominent than the last time I was here. Indeed, this place was remodeled. No wonder it was closed off last year. "Hey, Patty!" I greeted an elderly lady at the register. She had worked here for as long as I could remember. "Hi, honey. It's good to see you back home. I hear you brought home a hottie with you. When can we meet her?" She says, making me lower my head to cover my blush as I chuckled.

We had past the cemetery and all its winter trees. Beneath the snow was a grass covered field, hiding all the decaying bodies in the ground. We drove past the snow coated Fossie Street, and past the city hall when Grandmama rolled her eyes, showing her disrespect towards society. Fossie Street was the main road in the city, passing the town high-school, mall, and grocery store. A lot of teenagers walked around it.

Jackson teased back. Milli’s mother was a French mulatto from Louisiana Creole country, and her afro-like hair became fluffy in the bakery’s heat despite Milli’s attempts to pull it up in a bun. By the end of a shift, she could pull out the elastic stays and her hair would stand up almost straight for the first half-hour, earning her the nickname troll doll. That and her favorite pastime – trolling her bestie with practical jokes.

She turns back towards the television once more. “I went by there today. I heard the shop owner was from out of town.” We couldn’t see the television due to the cabinets they had holding it up and our awkward angle, but they must have been showing a new bulletin about the shop owner that was murdered. “Why would you go by there of all places? How dingy.” “Isabella was giving me a hard time, so I went a different way home.” Myah turns and looks up at her sister. “Did you use that disappearing trick I taught you?”

I would have to have her as my servant I have my ways of getting what I want in this place. "Thank you little lady. What is your name?" I asked. "It's Millie." She said sweetly. "Millie, I love it. Guards leave us." I ordered. The guards did as I told them. They all know what happneed to one guard and a doctor. I had killed thm both and ate them. Baxter dosn't know of this but everyone else does, so everyone obeys me. Millie looked pretty afraid I'm sure she was told of me. But instead of leaving she came over to me undoing my straight jacket which I was glad because it was super uncomfortable. But she didn't remove my muzzle. "I'll um have your dinner ready soon Mr. Brian." She said as she

Milo nodded, but his stomach tight, like baby client day, like first gallery day, like meeting Henri day, like wedding day, but different tight, because this was dream but also scary dream. "I... I shoot babies," Milo whispered, in red light, with yellow gloves. "I shoot lavender that is real purple and grey-green that I say purple. I shoot Mrs. A rice and beans and Sarah toddler drool. I don't shoot real models, real clothes, real Paris."

Mansterville Part 1 ~Waverly~ It was around the end of October when the convoy of moving trucks rolled up in front of the gated old mansion that sat just across the road from us. I had heard them coming down the private drive, gears grinding & shifting. I was actually very impressed they had managed to maneuver the huge 18 wheelers down the winding narrowed pig trail. I stopped halfway up the stairs rushing back down to the sitting room as fast as I could.

smiled Rose. With a hug Rose watched as they drove off. "Ok Deanna I we are the last ones to leave. Let's go." Rose fell asleep. She dreamt of a man. He was smart and stronger. There was a smell of cedar and vanilla. There was a smell of lavender that seem out of place. Driving all night they finally made it to the Moon Valley Pack by day break. "Rose we are here." whispered Deanna Rose opened her eyes. In front of her was a decent cottage. To the right was sweet garden that could grow veggies later. She would always make sure pups would not go hungry and a garden was a good start.