Novel & Cerita Millie Cat

“whose cat is it?” Elliot questions, narrowing his eyes at Milo. I panic as if I've been placed onto the hot seat. I schooled my features in front of the mirror a hundred times last night. I know what to say but I can't bring myself to be confident. I knew Elliot would ask this question. My Milo is a big cat. The small white spot near his head sets him apart from other cats. Elliot had played with Milo that day. Of course, he remembers Milo.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? You were being so defiant just now. Did the cat get your tongue after we discovered everything? Didn’t you say that you didn’t know anything just now?” Millie lowered her head and bit her lip without saying anything! The tone of Yale’s voice grew icier. “Since you aren’t going to say anything, I’ll have no choice but to call the police!” Millie raised her head in a state of panic as her eyes turned red-rimmed. “It wasn’t me!” Yale harrumphed coldly and said, “If it wasn’t you, tell us who ordered you to do so?” Millie was stunned. She seemed to think of something as she gaped and spoke up after some time, “It was me… I wanted to do this myself. I was jealous

''Miss, Mrs. Milly wants to see you. '' A maid approached Kate as she stepped down from the car; she remembered that Liam had told her to get ready, so she followed the maid; Milly was sitting on a couch in the living room, immediately she saw Kate come in, she stood up; ''Follow me. '' She commanded and Kate followed, walking behind her carefully;

"Hey! It's nice to put a face to the name. I'm Peggy. Peggy Anderson. My mom is Felicity, the..." "I know whom your mom is." I interjected. "It's really wonderful to meet you too Peggy. I'm Camilla Monteiro, but feel free to call me Mila." I grinned, and she winked. "I'm in love with her already Carter." Peggy piped. "There you have it! Your company." Carter gave a toothy grin. "I was already informed about that one. Chop chop! off you go then." "Away with me, then" He added. "But before that, when did you get here" He directed his question at Peggy.

she asked looking deeply at Sona, “ _ ” “ A.. I'm Sona, Mr. Goenka's new assistant, aww... Your puppy is so cute, what's its name? ” She tried to impress Millie while praising her pet, but the expression on Millie's face didn't change, she replied “ Sona.. ” “ Mm..? ” She looked at her with dumbfounded eyes, while Millie smiled, “ I'm kidding, of course, my puppy won't have such a tacky name, her name is Sweetie, ”

Swiftly and discreetly, I snapped a picture and uploaded it with a clever caption. "Chilling at my penthouse" I nonchalantly declared, my voice dripping with confidence as I basked in the luxurious surroundings. This opulent space belonged to none other than Ryan, and I reveled in the exclusive status it afforded me. In a society that seemed to disdain the less fortunate, I felt compelled to live up to the standards set by the wealthy elite. I spared no expense in my pursuit of beauty and extravagance, viewing it as a necessary means to showcase my capabilities. Some might call it a facade, a shallow existence, but I vehemently disagreed.

“I want this one, it’s a rainbow! And this one too, with teddy bears!” Millie jumped up, sitting on her bed, almost causing the fall of the gigantic decoration catalog that Massimo had given her. “I thought you already decided on the pink and blue with ponies.” Alice laughed, holding up the catalog full of samples of wallpaper, flooring and toys, before Millie ended up falling out of bed with that folder that was almost as big as her. “But these ones are so pretty too…” her lower lip stretched out in a desolate pout.

One of them ran into a wall. Everywhere she went, work came to a standstill. She was none other than Millie. Millie was five feet seven inches tall, with long hair draped over her shoulders. She didn’t have any makeup on, but she still looked her best—because no makeup in the world was good enough for her. Millie knocked on the door before making her way into the general manager's office. Frederick was immediately stunned.

"Ning Fan, you bought a slave like you were supposed to. Let's keep this one. She's no worse for wear. She'll be my pet cat to amuse me when the hours get long. Cat?" Bingquing straightened herself and bowed, "Your servant is here." "Does my new cat have a name?" "Qing." "Qing? You'll have your own maid and a guard at all times. Take her to a clean room and call a doctor to tend to her burned hands. Also, the lady should have a bath." Ning Ren appraised her lazily before Ning Fan finally got him out of the room.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the