Millicent Library Novels & Stories

Millicent asks. "I'll be fine." "That's not an answer." He doesn't have a better one. None of us do. One day, Millicent gets confronted at the grocery store. She tells us about it that evening, her voice carefully even, her hands not quite steady. She's sitting at the kitchen island, a glass of wine untouched in front of her, and she tells the story like she's reading from a script. "I was in the produce section. This woman, I'd never seen her before, walked right up to me and called me a deviant. She said I was corrupting my child and destroying the fabric of society. She got louder and louder until the manager came to escort her out."

She couldn’t possibly be expecting me to answer that question, could she? She came closer to me, and our noses were almost touching as she sized me up with her eyes. I was looking down at my feet, and she lifted my chin with her hands and looked me directly in the eyes. “It indeed is strange. There’s nothing spectacular about you, and he’s doing everything he can do for you. I bet he was confused the moment he saw you dressed so beautifully at the auction, and it is up to me to remind him that you are nothing more than a slave; and you share the same blood with those who caused his father’s breath to cease at the young age of forty-five,” Lady Millicent said.

She payed her fare before clutching her bag tightly towards herself as her neck craned up to stare up at the massive tall building in front of her. Her eyes were quick to read the giant name built on the glass walls of the massive tall building. MILLER INC. A bolt of fast lightning past through her quickly and she took a few steps back and almost fell because of her heels but managed to balance herself just in time. She blinked and blinked again. The name Miller was sure to bring back so many memories. And, Adam appeared before her eyes once again. Adam's last name was also miller and this could be only a mere coincidence but it did take her by surprise. She hadn't even bothered to look into

' she said. 'You have not finished paying for the wrong you did me, Lilibeth. I did you no wrong and of you do not get off my property and territory,this instance, you are done for!' Millicent threatened, wondering how she survived the fire. She had been so sure she had seen her fire burn Lilibeth into a ball. 'You must be curious to know how I survived', she asked. 'I care less but I am sure you will brag to me about it!' Millicent shrugged smiling, nonchalantly.

[Millicent] People always say, "Can you remember when the problem started?" I'd like to say, "Yes, Sir. You see there was this one moment where everything went wrong..." But I cannot. I don't even know who I am. I was not born Millicent Walker. That name was gifted to me when I showed up in the village of Crimson, covered in bruises, burns, and blood. I have no parents, no family, and no memory of my life before the age of seven, or however old I am--nobody is quite sure. My strange gold hair and hazel eyes made it obvious to those who first met me on the dusty road from the East that I wasn't from anywhere near the town of Crimson, or anywhere else along the Emerald Shore where the locals w

I inquired, keeping up with Luca's pace. "Milady," Luca said as he slowed down his walk. "That's what Mr. Etienne told us to call you." "I see..." I mumbled quietly. Luca abruptly came to a halt in front of a large door. It was significantly larger than us. As if they were castle doors. Luca used both of his hands to open the door, revealing what was inside. We appear to have arrived in the living room. The living room is large and bright, with paintings on the walls and a chandelier on the ceiling. Every aspect of the living room left me speechless. As a piece of classical music began to play from an old cd player, I went inside.

Tears slid down my face before I even registered them starting. “I’m scared, Millicent.” Her voice shifted, steadier now, more serious. “I’ve found something. Something big enough that certain men in this city would do anything to keep it buried. I don’t know how much time I have before they realize how close I am. I need you to know, whatever happens to me, it was never because I stopped fighting for you. It was because I loved you enough to keep fighting for the truth, even when it became dangerous.” I pressed my hand against my mouth, muffling a sob.

Fake it till you make it. I open the door with my personal key, which she gave me just in case she got in serious trouble again. Because we know each other that well. We’re that close… supposedly. The house is dark and eerily quiet. If I didn’t know any better, I would think this was a scary movie. Suddenly, I hear a low giggle coming from upstairs. With every step, the rumbling laughter intensifies and bright lights flash from under the slit between the door and the floorboards.

Chapter 10. ——♣—— Millicent spent hours in the library long enough to make her believe she fell asleep. Because by the time she opened her eyes, it was dark and the book had somehow made its way to the ground. It had to be the drugs, no doubt. Immediately, she left the library for the kitchen, hoping to get a drink. But as she approached the stairs, she smelled food even before she could locate the source. The scent filled the east corridor and Millicent followed it with, partly because her stomach had been running on tea since morning.

She cheered. " What should we do first?" I asked " firstly, we should buy something relevant like...um... let's get you a phone..since you can't mind link us yet, we'll be communicating with you through phones then after that we can spend some cash on more irrelevant stuff " Mills said. I agreed immediately, " sure let's go"" to the phone store!" Doe exclaimed taking some passing wolves by surprise. Millicent flicked her forehead, " inside voice, idiot"" ow!... So mean" she whined and rubbed the new red spot on her forehead. I chuckled and followed them, " Time to spend some moolah bitches" I rubbed my hands together evilly.