Millicent Library Novels & Stories

But her stomach churned and she felt as if swallowing one bite would make her sick. Millicent snorted. “My dear, perhaps I ought to have warned you to lower your standards in that regard. If you use a man’s height against him we may never find the right one.”Millicent says smirking, Millicent is one of Aurora's many good friends, she's also in the same profession as her.

Millicent entered the study room, closing and locking the door behind her. “You’re early,” I forced a smile and watched her walk toward me. “I heard you left the office earlier,” Millicent said, sitting on the couch across from me and crossing her legs. Her skirt was so short that I could see her panties already, but she seemed not to mind. “The boss deserves a break sometimes,” I muttered, sighing as I browsed my smartphone, pretending to read my emails. “What do you like? Coffee or juice?” “You,” Millicent answered.

I paused on my tracks. “You stole a lot of pillows from the quarters.” “And we turned it into a bed cushion, Agnes. They won’t notice that they are missing a few duckling feathers.” “You snatched many books from the library.” Agnes added. “Don’t worry, all of those books are forbidden. They do not care about stuff that they don’t believe in.” “They are planning on burning it all anyway...” Fatma noted as she halted for a breather too, “You should steal more.”

“Daddy! Is everything ready?” Millicent asked expectantly, darting through the door of his office with her notebook in hand. “It wasn’t that hard to get those things.” Massimo laughed, picking up his little girl on his lap as he looked at the old albums on the table next to them “They're just old photos, anyway. The only thing that amazes me is that Thea still remember where she put it, after I moved into this house all those years ago…”

It sustained a light scratch at the far left corner. I stumbled into Malcom’s social media page. There wasn't any recent post. I refreshed the page a couple of times like it could reveal the truth I was seeking. My focus was glued to my phone that I didn't notice when someone sat opposite me. “Hi,” a feminine voice greeted, and I lifted my head to look at her. “Hi.” “I'm Millicent. You just happened to look familiar.” “Oh,” She continued. “Is there any chance you grew up in moon walkers camp?”

Sinful smiles, stepping back to let us into his home. As soon as I step inside, I see Millicent, the Moon Goddess. She stands back, looking meek and nervous. She is stunningly beautiful though, with long black hair that falls to her hips, touched with gentle waves. Her eyes are a piercing green, which stare at me warily. I can’t blame her for finding me strange, considering what my power is.

Ora shouts through her cries. “Quiet you.” Millicent snaps at Ora as she tugs her hair. Millicent taps the knife on her chin while she considers my offer. “You are right. You are the reason I was driven out of my home. I would enjoy playing with you and making you truly suffer.” She fake yawned, then gave me an evil grin. “But sadly, you have nothing to offer me. The little princess here, though. She does.” She smiles as she raises the knife, ready to kill my child.

She’s here as a woman who is discontent bwith her man, only yhe man she has come to meet is not actually her man, not anymore. She strides confidently to the reception desk, her sunglasses perched on her nose. The young woman behind the desk blinks up at her, momentarily starstruck. “Good afternoon, ma’am. How can I help you?” “I’m here to see Arthur Worth.” Millicent says, her tone cool, completely masking how she really feels walking in there, knowing that she is risking a scandal, even worse now that he is married. The receptionist hesitates, glancing at her computer. “Do you have an appointment, ma’am?”

Linus nodded and lay down in bed, "I never thought you can be like this, so soft and hospitable. I thought you were always mad at the world. I thought you were a cold person." Millicent softly laughed. "I'm just used to it. I've been dealing with people that are mean to me for so long. I can't help it." "You've been through a lot, haven't you?" Millicent shrugged, "That's what I'm saying, I've been through a lot." Hours passed with them having a casual conversation, they ate a lot at dinner and decided to walk outside. They thought it was good to talk about things at night. "You're a demon. Right?" Millicent asked. "You can teleport everywhere you want, you can read people's minds, you can h

EldenReach Lillian sat by the window bench, fingers deftly weaving reeds into the frame of a basket. The afternoon sun slanted through the windows, throwing long golden bars across her worn hands. Across the room, Milicent scrubbed the last plate, but her movements had slowed to a halt, her gaze lost somewhere far beyond the walls. "I am troubled," Milicent whispered, her voice fragile, almost ashamed. "I feel most unwell." Lillian looked up from her work, studying the girl with a patient smile. "You miss Cedric," she said gently. "Say it plain. There's no shame in longing for what your heart holds."