Millicent Library Novels & Stories

After a thorough body search and an extensive elaboration of what a dangerous criminal Millicent was, I was allowed one hour in a private room with her. I recoiled the moment I met her eyes, she looked awfully terrible, skin so flaked and dry, her face looking greyish—papery, her lips cracked, hair stripped of life. She was a shadow of whatever she’d once been. Taking a wide berth, I sank into the seat opposite her. “Millicent, I need your help.” My voice was low and soft, hopefully there was a soul in her heartless body. “The Almighty Jack McCullen needs my help? With what? There’s nothing you can’t do.”

Max declared and started packing the files. Mila entered the royal library. It wasn't as she had pictured it to be. She had imagined it was going to be something small with few books as the history of this pack isn't going to be something really big. She had expected to see little or no space for reading tables. Maybe she had underestimated the pack's wealth a little bit.

she says suddenly. Noah and I exchange a wide eyed look, as if confirming with each other that we really heard the same thing. We did. Millicent just said her mate was human. “That’s how I got the Cashmere. And the reason I freaked out yesterday. I sent you a text after your barrage of texts, and you didn’t respond. I thought you backed out and had to find you this morning.” she explains, pointing her head in our direction, as if to say that’s how it ended up like this.

“Stay here. If anyone else shows up, signal.” “Three clicks.” “Three clicks.” I entered through the main door. The factory floor was massive, filled with old machinery that cast strange shadows in the moonlight filtering through holes in the roof. Henry was standing near the center, looking nervous. “You came,” I said. He spun around. “You said you knew who killed Milicent.” “I did say that.” “So? Who was it?” I moved closer. “First, we need to discuss terms. Access to her library. Full access. Everything she compiled about the Chavez family.”

A thousand times yes. At the same time, Michelle and Millie were working on something significant, too. In Michelle's architectural studio, the energy was vibrant. The team buzzed with creativity as Michelle and Millie led a project: a community library and wellness center downtown. It was their biggest project yet—both in size and importance. Millie stood by a large blueprint, tapping her pen on the board. If we move this part outward, we can add a skylight that fills the reading area with natural light.

‘Yes, madam,’ she replied in a tone barely respectful. ‘Millicent, while you are waiting, read that.’ She turned the copy of she had been reading, on its head and pushed it across the table, scattering her breakfast crockery and nearly tipping the milk jug over. I rescued the milk and then studied the open pages for some time. I couldn’t concentrate. What was I supposed to be reading? ‘You’ve lost me. It’s mainly ads for high-class plant nurseries, horse tackle and nanny agencies.’

I saw Morgana's eyes holding a grave and a rather knowing look at Cain. "Jeanette McConnell is Debra Gray's ancestor." She announced and we all fell to silence.

I'll be behind you" ************************************* MILA'S POV It was really strange, It had been 12 days at Mr McCarter's place and he hadn't even bothered to come see the person whom he would supposedly marry. I felt very unimportant and unwanted, but at the same time, it was peaceful for me. In a very long while, peace was all I felt until my phone rang and I heard the news that shattered all the pieces of peace I had left inside me, as I crumbled to the ground and wailed. I Just Lost My Dad.