Millie And Moxxie Novels & Stories

Moxie thought to himself and, almost as if his Beta could hear his thoughts, Lila approached him and held out her arms. Moxie looked at her suspiciously and she only smiled at him in kind, “I miss him too, but not more than you, do you need-,” she began, and before the Beta could finish, Moxie landed against her chest, his arms wrapped around her waist like a small child as his back shuddered with every silent tear he shed.

she asked, eager to know more. Millie took a deep breath and handed over her phone, her hand trembling with excitement. I got in. I’m going to London for my master’s! Michelle’s eyes widened first with surprise, then filled with pride. She stood up and hugged Millie tightly. Oh, Millie, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you. Millie returned the hug, overwhelmed with emotion. She had expected Michelle to be happy for her, but this moment felt even more special. It was Millie's first big step outside of Michelle's shadow, and having her sister share in the joy made it all the more meaningful.

It’s the same goddamn feeling—the crushing weight of eyes boring into me, of knowing that every move will be judged, dissected, mocked. Millie doesn’t freeze, though. She snatches the microphone off the ground, taps it once, then shouts into it, her voice slicing through the commotion like a knife. “Will you assholes shut off your damn cameras!” Some people actually pause, lowering their phones, but the murmurs don’t stop. Millie glares at the crowd, her chest rising and falling as she tries to steady herself. “That’s right. You’re all fucked-up creatures,” she spits into the mic. “You don’t care who you hurt as long as you’ve got your goddamn entertainment for the night, huh?”

Millie pouts, before laughing. “Huh?” I respond confusedly. “And what are you blabbering, girl? You have a fan base wherever you go with those stunning eyes and fiery locks”. “No, no, no. There are very few eyes in here that aren’t ogling you right now. And those that aren’t, are a part of Maxim’s fan club. Not exactly your type”. “Jealous, Miller? I’ll let you be part of my fan group, if you want”. Maxim laughs, pulling Millie by her shoulders playfully. They would be so great together.

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.

a suit in a wrinkled shirt shouted, tossing a crumpled dollar. “Only if you can match the moves, slick!” Noah fired back, a smirk hiding the strain. “More, you’re a legend!” a voice boomed from the back. “Legend doesn't pay the bills, friend!” he quipped, spinning with a flourish. The crowd melted into a sea of greedy stares—bankers, thugs, all ravenous. Riley slouched at the bar, red hair a vivid streak, freckles speckling her skin like dirt on glass. She sipped her drink, piercing flashing in the light.

I promise softly. Behind us, the puppy barks and runs across the room dragging one of Grayson’s expensive socks. Jamie gasps. “NO! BAD DOG!” Grayson groans. “He stole my sock again.” I laugh. “He’s preparing you for parenting.” Grayson sighs. “I’m not emotionally ready for my belongings to be destroyed.” Jamie grins. “Too late.” Thursday arrives too fast. Melissa stands at the front door, smiling warmly. “Good morning.”

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.

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

Emily walked alongside Mia who wasn't paying any attention to her "Do you want to see your mummy?" Emily asked and pretended as if she was about to cry. "Oh wait, you don't have a mummy or a daddy" Emily laughed, she was simply nothing but a spoiled brat who taunted other kids just because her parents were in partnership with the owners of the school. Mia, who didn't even spare Emily a glance initially, turned to look at Emily with her breathing heavily and giving Emily a killer look. Mia pushed Emily to the floor and pounced on her, Emily raised an alarm and she was soon taken off Emily.