Millie And Moxxie Novels & Stories

Callie's going to cry. Me: So is Millie. This is going to be perfect. Renan: Three weeks. Don't crack. Me: You either. That evening, I found Millie at the kitchen table with her laptop, looking at something intently. "What are you working on?" I asked, kissing the top of her head. She quickly minimized the window. "Oh, just... work stuff." "Work stuff that you need to hide from me?" "It's boring. You don't want to see." But she was smiling in a way that told me she was definitely not working.

But I'd never finished it. Which meant I had no clue how to clear it either. Theo rubbed his sleepy eyes, then instantly lit up when he spotted the group nearby. "It's Mollie!" The girl in front was tall and slim, with long hair pulled back neatly. Pretty, polished, put-together. Mollie Webb. The chat immediately lost it: [AHHH MOLLIE!] [Adrian, go talk to her!] Mollie walked over with a bright smile, eyes locked on Adrian.

Mum is looking beautiful like always in her casuals which she rarely wears as my dad loves to see her in sarees ;) And I was still in my morning outfit clicking selfies with mum when we heard Sam's loud annoying voice. We turned to see Sam in a white ripped jeans and a white blue shirt pairing with white shoes. She whistled looking at mum which caused me to roll my eyes. But smiled as I know my mum is rocking her casuals. Sam came and hugged mum whilst flirting with her. This girl starts with anyone at any moment!! My phone rang and it brought us out of our conversation. I took out my phone from my pocket and saw Pig 🐖 name flashing on the screen. I picked up and brought it towards my ear o

The woman’s fake smile dropped instantly, her expression hardening. “Watch your mouth, little girl,” she snapped. “You should be ashamed, your mother’s already done enough to embarrass you all over the internet.” Mira blinked, confusion and anger flashing across her face. “You don’t talk about my mommy!” she shouted back, voice trembling. The woman sneered. “Maybe your mommy should’ve thought about that before...” “Hey!” Milo barked, stepping forward. His small voice was sharp, brave. “Don’t talk to her like that!”

If Rylan didn’t know where Stephen was, who did? I entered the library and saw Moxie staring at her phone, her eyes wide in shock. “Hey,” I greeted, forcing a smile. She quickly put her phone in her bag, trying to compose herself. “What’s that creepy act about?” I asked, sitting opposite her. “Nothing,” she replied sharply. “Do you still have class? I think we should go home now,” she said, clearly uneasy. “What’s the problem? You said we should study for a long time today, so why the hurry? It’s still midday,” I said, opening my bag to take out my phone.

chairs scraping against the floor, laughter echoing off the tiled walls, someone’s phone blasting music until the speaker crackled. In the back row, Millie and Tori were huddled in their usual corner since sophomore year, heads bent together, Millie’s curls spilling over Tori’s shoulder as they shared earbuds and exchanged soft smiles that made my heart ache in the sweetest, most infuriating way..

Becky unscrewed the bottle cap and handed the water to Millie, who drank gratefully. “Just think! We met the mythical Mogollon man tonight.” “Maybe we did, yes. His life must be a living terror. Some people want him hunted down and killed for crimes he may never have committed.” “Are you feeling better now?” “Much better, thank you.” “You owe it to Phillip Mogollon. Remember that, Sis.” Becky added. It was still dark and chilly as the two girls shared the water given them by Mogollon. Millie was nodding off, but Becky reminded her to stay awake.

Chapter 15: The First Crack The photo hit the internet just after dawn. It wasn’t that clear but grainy, taken through frosted glass and steam but it was clear enough to identify the two bodies pressed together under the shower spray. One was broad shouldered and more muscular… unmistakably Zach Rivera while the other was smaller, dark curls plastered to his neck, head tipped back in a way that left little to the imagination. The caption on the underground fighting gossip blog was so vicious:

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.

Crossing her hands on her chest, Millie groaned, “Carmen come on, you handled that lunatic boss at the PR firm for two years without murdering him. You’re practically a saint.” “That’s simply because he doesn’t have the body of an Olympic god and an ego which equates to the size of Texas,” I counter. “So you're finally admitting Maddox has the body of an Olympic god.” She grinned, nudging my side but I kept a straight face. “That’s not the point.” Feigning not to understand the point I was trying to make, Millie intertwined her hand with mine. “Here’s the deal, if you apply and get called in for an interview, you owe me…” She darted her eyes around, clearly searching for the most outrageous