Millie And Moxie Novels & Stories

“He does need a bath. He has been in the yard playing with Mo every night, I think.” “Mo? Who’s Mo?” Max asked as he realized who Dillon meant. “You named the big guy, Mo.” “Well, yeah, I mean, back in the ’70s, one of them terrorized a town near St. Louis, and they called it Momo for Missouri Monster. The big guy isn’t a monster, but Mo seems to fit him for some reason,” Dillon explained. Max began to laugh, put his hand on Dillon’s shoulder, and said, “Oh yeah, there is no denying who your mother is. You are just like her. Come on, let’s get started so we will be done before your mom and Wren get home.”

“I would love that too. I’ll ask mom when dad isn’t here. So you may have to crash at the pack house tonight though”. “I’ll survive a night, I suppose”. Millie sighs dramatically, to which I chuckle. We spend the rest of the day just catching up on how things are at Red Runner. Not that I didn’t know already. Millie, Maxim and I text each other a lot. But talking about it in the flesh is always nicer. We get to see each other’s facial expressions and hand gestures. And trust me, the girl has a lot of them. But, I do too when I am with her. I am different when I’m with her. Not the grey field mouse I usually am. Ares growls softly at the mention of a mouse, earning a laugh from me. I may or m

It was the most human she’d ever seen him—an unguarded version that he rarely allowed anyone to glimpse. After a while, as the lights of the city grew dim in the rearview mirror, Leo glanced over and asked, “Do you want some music?” “Sure,” she replied, almost relieved for the chance to break the intensity of his gaze. He reached over, pressing a button that filled the car with the soft, rhythmic beats of jazz. The smooth saxophone notes played in the background, adding a sense of intimacy to the drive that she hadn’t anticipated. Neither of them spoke of the intimate events that had occurred at his club, and Susan decided that maybe it was better not to bring it up. Although she couldn't he

Lian was incredibly lucky, if they hadn't come on time, a few more minutes later and they would no longer be able to save Lian. Callum couldn't sleep. So many thoughts and questions were running through his head. He sat up from his bed and grabbed his laptop. The Moore Family was not unknown to many. Their businesses were scattered all over the country. You would think that everything about their family would be out in the open for everyone to know.

His father was also the head, the position remained in the Pack family and her brother was going to be the head doctor later, working side by side with the boss, the new boss who was his best friend. Her brother Austin, had always used the boss' son as an excuse to travel the world. He said he was going to learn new things for the Society . Everyone knew that he was going for booze and enjoyment. Her brother and the boss' son were known for being notorious. "Am I getting married?" She sobbed. "You are not getting married, honey. No one is excused from the rules," He told her. Mila was fourteen. "Dad, if you are worried about me giving myself to someone else, you know I will not do it," She p

She looked like a chipmunk with a mouthful of food stored on their cheeks. His little chipmunk. They both ate in peace. Talking about the tasty food, some things that they can see outside. Their peaceful lunch was full of laugh and giggles as they conversed with each other. It was the kind of peace that you'd want to experience all the time. Finishing up, Dario made sure that Madie drank both her strawberry milkshake and water. She just finished eating her ice cream, and her milkshake right after. Too much sweets for her throat might result to her getting sick, and he didn't want that.

"But don't get attached." Camille opened her mouth, about to respond—but Milena didn't give her a chance. She grabbed her drink, the same one the waiter had left minutes before, and threw it in her face. "That's what you get for going after taken men," she hissed. Silence fell among them. Stefan gently moved Camille aside—and then his face changed. He went straight for Milena and grabbed her by the neck with one hand.

The realization hit them like a mouthful of sour milk. The glares they shot Casey could have killed. Casey herself looked completely hollowed out. After all, she had just sustained the biggest psychological blow of her life. It wasn't just the impending threat of astronomical financial damages. It was the fact that she had been loudly claiming all day that she despised car moochers. Yet in the end, she turned out to be the very person she accused me of being. She couldn't process it. The police cross-referenced my documentation with the scene. After a thorough tally, they calculated that just the wine the group had chugged from my collection totaled over one million dollars.

Gabriel laughed. Millie breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the sign at the bottom of the track. She was just crossing the road when she saw headlights again, and she ran as fast as she could up the path and into the darkness. Huddled down into the long tall grass at the side of the track, the torch beam wavering from side to side. Screwing her eyes up tight and holding her breath, she waited again. She noticed that the girls didn't get out of the car again, she smiled in the darkness, they were probably too afraid of being bitten. After what seemed like hours, the car slowly drove off, and Millie let out a long breath. She stood up again, her feet were so painful, and she wondered how she

She sipped her drink, piercing flashing in the light. “You’re killing it up there!” she called to Noah, voice bright. “Barely holding on for Eli,” Noah replied back, swiping sweat. “Daycare’s robbing me blind.” “Harsh deal. Need a break?” “Nah, gotta keep the kid’s plate full. You know the grind.” He twirled, hips swaying, the stage his arena. Chicago’s dark underbelly growled outside, rumors of Caleb Warrick’s savage hits, Dominic Voss lording over a Streeterville penthouse of steel and wealth.