Millie And Moxie Novels & Stories

The three of them even celebrated that with his first cruise down the coastal road while Maeve sat behind Angela. "Good afternoon, my little beans," Milo grinned, earning an elbow hook from Maeve. His smile was replaced with a painful frown as he touched his chest, bending forward and groaning in pain. "F*ck that hurts! What are you? A Wonder Woman. I hate your strength." He grumbled walking after them while Maeve grinned. Milo was in the law department. Ever since their first meeting, Milo thinks she and Meave were his little beans in need of his protection.

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.

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.

Chapter 1: Exhausted Hearts The penthouse still smelled like new leather and the lilies the florist had dropped off that morning. Noah stood near the massive sectional, hands shoved in his pockets, watching Richard Hargrove walk the length of the room for the third time. The man’s shoes made soft clicks against the dark oak. Every lamp Noah had chosen was on, casting warm pools of light that caught on the brass fixtures and the low, modern coffee table.

she yelled back, laughing as she ran. "I’ll slaughter you like a guinea pig if you show your face again!" he bellowed, shaking his fist at the sky before heading back inside, muttering, "What’s with that girl?" He couldn’t help but chuckle. Bisila walked down the street, still grinning. She reached into her pocket, feeling the freshly earned payment. Up ahead, a bar came into view, its large sign glowing: **DONNIE AND THE BAR.** Inside, a few men sat scattered around with drinks, talking loudly. One of them noticed her at the door.

Emma's voice could be heard as she hurried to welcome “Sunshine!” Michael exclaimed as he lifted her up with ease. “Have you been causing trouble, or is Damien still hogging that title?” “Hey!” Damien exclaimed from the couch, a smile tugging at his lips. “I’m a reformed man, Uncle Mike. Haven’t caused trouble in, like, twenty-four hours.”

She repeated the process for another minute, until Aaron whispered in her ears again, "Now run your finger up and down your pu$$y, between your pu$$y walls." Alexia did as her brother said, running her finger in-between her pu$$y wall, "Increase your pace." Aaron instructs. Alexia increase her pace, going faster than before, her chest heaving up and down. "Oh godddddd." She moaned, she hurriedly covers her mouth in shock, realizing what she just did. Her parents that's solely focused on the movie took away their eyes from the movie to stare at her. "Did you just moan, Alexia." Her mum asked, staring at her surprised.

He whispered against her ears. “Oh. Fierce! I think I love that side of you.” On her face was a victorious smile. To the hundreds of guests, they were just having a normal conversation, although their seats were a bit closer to each other. She jerked, trying to control her moans as his fingers pumped in and out of her. Luckily, the music was loud enough to cover up her sounds.

With each step further, there’s even more privacy—like the large glass doors, red curtains, and dimly lit lights. The choking smell of smoke makes me cough so loud, Scarlett presses her palm against my lips. “Men here are nasty, you don’t want them to drag you into their beds, do you?” I yank her palm away. “Scarlett, we’re identical. Why can’t you take my place, huh?” I plead, dread seeping into my bones. “You’re used to things like this. I’m sure this Mr. Voss wouldn’t want someone inexperienced.” “I don’t do private shows, Callie.” Scarlett looks like she’s trying so hard not to yell at me. “And besides, it’s just for one night. He’s private enough not to make videos or take pictures, you