Millie Bobby Brown X Novels & Stories

The full moon hung in the sky, and the wind howled, causing Millie's heart to sink to her stomach. "Boss, I think the woman is awake," someone said. "I'll take a look." Millie heard something hit the ground, followed by footsteps approaching from behind. She opened her eyes wide and saw a stout middle-aged man appear beside her. "My, my, she's really awake." The man, Michael Brown, chuckled. He lifted Millie's chin with a finger and clicked his tongue. "What a gorgeous woman! Wealthy folks are really built differently, huh?" The lackey beside Michael nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Her skin is so smooth and delicate! Just looking at her makes me feel better."

Mila pulled people into the house: "Please introduce yourself, I'm Mila Brown, it's "Mila" not "Mia", don't be mistaken. I'm Mia's mother." As soon as the words finished, a pillow flew behind Mila's arm: "Whoa, my pain is dead, hehe, you're joking. I'm Mia Joan's best friend for 10 years." Bella said with sparkling eyes: "Wow, I know you, I read articles about you too."

It was a joy to witness, a source of immense pride. One afternoon, as Ganaesly sat in Hilary’s room, they were discussing their classmates. Hilary, a radiant smile on her face, mentioned Rob, a boy who had been trying to get her attention for months. "He asked me out again yesterday," she said, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. "And you know what? I actually… I kind of like him."

“And, for mom’s hair, I’m going to use pink glitter!” Millie screamed, making Alice thank the heavens that the jar of glitter in her hand was closed tightly, or the living room carpet would have already turned into a unicorn. “But, your mother’s hair is brown.” Massimo commented, standing firm on his role to serve as a painting easel for Millie’s art, holding the cardboard at her eye level.

I heaved a heavy sigh of relief as I placed a palm over my forehead. "I think so. Perhaps she is just taking a shower in the bathroom. You don't have to worry about anything. I am here." I assured him and the call ended immediately. I tossed the phone on the chair in the corner. Many thoughts rushed through my mind. I cannot stay in this loop. I knew that I had to choose between fucking my boss's child and getting my head blown off, or being professional and staying clear of her, even though she was all I wanted. I inhaled deeply. I had to go and knock on her door. The door opened and I walked inside. She was in a bum short and a see-through top. I could see boobs as they hung firmly on her