Millennium Novels Novels & Stories

Maggie replied, trying to justify her actions. "Lonely" Aella scoffed. "And the best thing to do was climb into bed with him right, Mother; you don't even deserve to be called a Mother Maggie," she added. "But I am your mother; Aella denies it all you want; I carried you in my womb for nine fucking months," Maggie shouted.

I looked into the rear view mirror occasionally and Nelson was constantly stealing a glance at me. The beautiful but suffocating pink gown clung onto my body, revealing my shapes and curves. I couldn't wait for all these to be over so I could pull it off. “Remember the warning, no extra talks. Just answer necessary questions and keep shut,” Nelson warned. My surprise couldn't be contained as the limousine came to a halt in front of a magnificent mansion. I had thought Nelson's mansion was the biggest I would ever see but this was two times bigger than his. From the fascinating environment to the fleet of cars in the garage, and the numerous domestic workers, who were all dressed in their col

"What kind of novels do you like to read?" Elma hesitated, as if she wasn't sure how to respond. "I-I like fantasy novels," she said finally. "I love getting lost in different worlds and meeting new characters." Adelaide smiled, feeling a sense of connection to Elma. "I know exactly what you mean," she said. "I love getting lost in a good book too." As they talked, Adelaide could see Elma starting to relax, starting to open up. She was still shy and introverted, but Adelaide could sense a kindred spirit beneath the surface.

Gianna patted my hand, her tone as gentle as if she were soothing a clueless pup. I lowered my eyes, my nails digging so deep into my palms I could taste blood. Under the many mocking or disdainful gazes of the nobles, I felt like prey, skinned and put on display. Every breath was like swallowing a handful of sharp wolf fangs.

“Don’t sell yourself short.” “I’m not. I’m just trying to save both of us time. I like rap and hip hop. I can only act like I got some sense for eight hours a day, and I save that to do my job at Michelson Investments. I barely graduated from high school, and I only went to community college for one year. I’m not book smart. I know nothing about New York society, nor do I want to.” “You’re Yvonne’s best friend. She’s from the hood, as you put it, and she has blended in fine with society.”

The house was as I remembered it, except there used to be fewer employees around. The mansion had been in the family forever, my family lived and died in the building for generations. The Danjumas were one of the first settlers and one of the oldest families in the city. The walls of the main house are full of old paintings, most of them portraits of old masters of the house, dating from the first to the last, my father. I stared at the paintings for a moment, blocking out Khalid's voice.

Willow… There are many benefits to dating a billionaire, but press harassment is not one of them. As I drove down my street, I could already spot the press waiting outside the gates. They were like vultures waiting to get me alone. Yes, I did move out of the mansion. I wanted us to date the right way. He would drop me off at home while we went on dates. I wanted to start over without living together, and he gladly accepted my proposal. After what happened, I thought he wouldn't let me go, but I guess he knew we needed this. Cameras flashed as I approached my gate. As I made my way through them, they were shouting. I hated all these questions. Why can’t they just let us be? I tighten my grip

CHAPTER EIGHTY What About Emily? Eliza’s POV As I gradually awoke, the soft morning light bathed the room, casting a gentle glow on everything around me. The air felt different, like a shift had occurred overnight, leaving behind a sense of possibility and change. It was as if the morning itself echoed the transformation that had taken place within me.

It was during a rain-slicked Tuesday morning, while nursing lukewarm coffee in a 24-hour diner, that she saw the face of her salvation. She looked up at the glowing screen just to keep herself distracted when something caught her eye. A news headline. She ignored it until she looked closely at the photograph. The high-definition images showed two women standing side by side. They were poised, armored in silk and authority—composed, powerful, untouchable. The headline read: "THE PHOENIX ASCENDANT: How Robbin and Elnora Rebuilt an Empire from the Ashes of the Old Guard."

Maisie entered her apartment slowly, she was in a good mood today after she was given the case, nothing could have spoiled her mood even when she heard some bitchy women at work who were saying that she had already opened her legs for Mr. Huggins and that was why he gave her the case.