Millie Bobby Brown Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“Boring!” He widened his eyes. “Why are you so nervous? Are you scared that I will eat you?” she asked in disdain. The dress she was wearing was dark red embroidered with golden peonies. It was eye-catching. She opened a button at the collar, showing her long and fair neck. Her collarbones were seductive. She was charming. Millie thought it was funny when she saw his blank face. “That was the audition scene for my new movie. How was it? Can I get the role?”

She was shivering now from the aftermath of taking an unpleasant swim in an icy river and so was I. She dangled the keys in front of me and she tried to stop her teeth from clattering. "You are a psychopath, Ari. You were seriously going to throw me back into the river weren't you?" She asked me. Her honey brown eyes glittering like it had a simmering liquid on it. I realized suddenly that she was beautiful. I guess it was one of those things one sees if they are not carrying a dangling girl over their shoulder like a homicidal Maniac. She couldn't be a year or two younger than me and she was pretty…really pretty with her perfect posture and wasp thin waist, her long eyelashes coupled with h

Karter says. "I don't care. I'm too lazy to even move." I mumble against my pillow. "Marie." Karter says in a stern tone. "Ugh okay. I'll change. Happy dad?" I say and get up from the bed. …. "There done. Do you like how your hair looks?" I ask Millie. "Yes! I love it." She exclaims. "I'm glad." I smile. Millie was wearing a pretty sky blue dress and I had tied her hair in ponytail. She looked like the cutest little girl alive.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Levi had never seen Mia like this before. He anxiously reached his hand out and waved in front of her eyes. "Mrs. Brown, are you alright?" "Wh-what could not be alright?" Mia's eyes were fixed on Monique, who was beside Levi. At first glance, she felt that Monique was gorgeous, and there was a heroic air to her. Monique's hair was cut very short, her skin was soft and tender, and she looked like a valiant beauty. Mia inwardly praised her son for having a good eye, and that the wife he chose was on par with her.

"Because you're going shopping, that's why you're excited." Millie's eyes sparkled as she grinned back. "Yes, exactly! And because you're coming with me, of course. But mostly...because I'm spending the day with someone special tomorrow." She winked, her fingers running through her shiny blonde hair in a casual, almost flirtatious manner. Millie was beautiful and she knew it. So she never failed to show it off whenever she had the chance to. And if Carmen was a guy, she would most certainly fall for her. Carmen rolled her eyes at her best friend but couldn't suppress a smile. "You're unbelievable, Mills. Don't get pregnant."

Poppy snatched up the bag of her clothes, seething at the disregard for her things, “I may not be a rich, spoiled heiress who gets the best of the best. I worked hard for what I had and I doubt very much that if you were on your own at 17 you could have done better while paying for college and working for a thieving bitch. So fuck off. No one asked me what I liked, what colors or styles I preferred. No one bothered to see if I liked frilly dresses or pants. No. You all just decided that I was some mindless, brainless toy to play dress up with. I’m a fucking human being. With fucking opinions. And I absolutely hate the color pink. Seriously, I’m a red head. Do you know how bad this clashes?”

We’d just stepped out of the boutique, our new jeans making that familiar rustle, when Millie came charging at us like a lavender whirlwind. Tori was right behind her, arms full of shopping bags, looking kind of amused but mostly exhausted. "Atlas! Frank! Check this out!" Millie twirled around, her dress swirling around her thighs—soft and short, pale lavender with tiny white flowers, the kind you’d expect to see in a spring meadow, not in a mall. "It’s perfect. Flowy but not frumpy, cute without being too baby-doll. I’m totally obsessed."

But Anita’s hand clutched my arm under the table, sharp and trembling, confirming that she saw the same thing I did. Melissa Brown? Her long sleeved blouse was tight around her body, buttoned incompletely from her chest up to her collar. The brown skirt she had on, outlined her shape that has suddenly gone perfect. Her hair flowing straight and curled. Her nails, her make-up, everything about her appeared different. She moved with an authority that filled the room instantly. Her gestures, her posture, the calm confidence in her eyes… She looked like someone untouchable. Someone entirely different from the woman I used to know.

Millie then attacked me with winged liner and red lipstick, declaring me her new hair bestie, and invited me for drinks. “We need to sort this out.” Millie leans over, pulling up the baggy-sleeved T-shirt I put on this morning. “I’m going through a restyle. This is my comfy phase.” “Oh. Men want class and something left to the imagination nowadays.” Millie sips her mojito and gazes at me wisely. “You have so much potential, a whole other class of sexy. I mean, have you looked at that hot girl in the mirror today? You’re truly stunning” Millie is another class of sexy, and I haven’t stopped staring at her since the walk over here. I may not have any attraction to women, but I can appreciate t

Bobby'd felt his cock spring to attention, and even though he had no desire to be part of a threesome, it was a turn-on all the same. Bobby came to think of the women as 'Michael's girls', and the fact that there were glaring similarities hadn't escaped his notice. All of Michael's girls were beautiful, and most of them were blonde and appeared to be surgically enhanced. Bobby couldn't imagine that the huge breasts paired with tiny waists occurred naturally. They emitted a high maintenance vibe as well. Deanna had been quite the princess, eager to have all that his money could provide. No, thanks, he thought to himself. I want no part of that mess.