Millie Fitzsimmons Novels & Stories

To me, they looked to be around their early 40s. "I'm Carter, and my fiancéé Camilla" I gave him a handshake. "You both are beautiful together." June complimented with a smile. "Thank you, June." Mila replied shyly. "Are you naturally a shy type, or your fiance makes you shy?" Cameroun asked in amusement. "She's......" In as much as I didn't know so much about Mila, I knew for one that she was a calm person, but shy? I honestly wasn't sure. Sometimes she was, and sometimes she gave her opinion on a matter unapologetically.

The dance floor had gone from glittering to grim. At 8:45 a.m., the elevator chimed. She stepped out, hair pulled back in a bun. No heels. No shimmer. Just a plain black hoodie, jeans, and a tote bag that looked like it had been through a few things. Millie “Millie” Foster. Twenty-five. She was the kind of woman who knew that behind every “fun night” was a morning like this one. Broken glass. Sticky floors. Her eyes scanned the room like a detective at a crime scene. She took it all in, one disaster at a time. She headed straight for the kitchen. Priorities. Dishes clattered like bones. She moved with the rhythm of someone who didn’t need praise, just progress.

She then added, "Also, I have another identity—I'm Pierce's ex-wife. If you dare to cut my face, I'll make sure the Searle family kicks you out!" Millie raised her head and looked at Felicity with unwavering defiance. She wasn't just some nameless nobody. She had a prominent identity, though perhaps it seemed insignificant compared to these high-society elite ladies. But that didn't mean she was completely powerless. She was a renowned international designer who was touted to be gifted with unparalleled talent. Countless prestigious brands had expressed an interest in working with her. If Felicity was adamant about ruining her, Millie would make sure that she returned the favor and destroyed

Grace Smith was a woman Simone had never met but whom she couldn’t help but admire for who she was. The woman was not only a renowned top model but also William’s first woman that she knew of — from back when he was in college. Simone hadn’t met her per se, but had seen their pictures in some tabloids, and couldn’t resist looking her up afterwards.

Someone seeing her for the first time would think she smiles on a daily basis. Milson. The name replayed in my head. Of all the– No. Milson is a name. Names are just sounds and the world is full of them. I said to myself. Nobody really called her Mrs. Milson. Not the board. Not the department heads. Not even the clients who had been with the company since its founding. Heck, the name plate on her desk read ‘Naomi Chief Executive Officer.’ She was simply Mrs. Naomi and somehow that single name carried more weight than most people's full titles ever did.

Her question was in line with Daisy's thoughts, almost as if she had read her mind. Staring askance at Alison, she replied, "Mrs Angela wouldn't be a problem, although she was kind of recalcitrant the day I visited the mansion." "But I believe she won't pose any more issues than she has already." Daisy said as she stared at her best friend. "Hey! Remember the reason you are doing this." "Get in, endure everything you can for two years, grab the twenty billion dollars and secure Seth's company." "Then buy me an island," Alison said, smiling gleefully at Daisy, who Immediately responded with her smile.

I would have to have her as my servant I have my ways of getting what I want in this place. "Thank you little lady. What is your name?" I asked. "It's Millie." She said sweetly. "Millie, I love it. Guards leave us." I ordered. The guards did as I told them. They all know what happneed to one guard and a doctor. I had killed thm both and ate them. Baxter dosn't know of this but everyone else does, so everyone obeys me. Millie looked pretty afraid I'm sure she was told of me. But instead of leaving she came over to me undoing my straight jacket which I was glad because it was super uncomfortable. But she didn't remove my muzzle. "I'll um have your dinner ready soon Mr. Brian." She said as she

Jessie smiled and came to lay the dresses on the bed beside Ana. Ana eyed all of the dresses and saw they were all nighties. “Am I supposed to wear this to meet with Mr Miller?” She looked at Jessie in question. Jessie nodded. “One of the staffs gave me these, they are all sent from Mr Miller. He wants you to be very comfortable while you're having your rest in his home.”

"Jamie Miller your cousin lost his life over this woman? When you came to find Jate Woods for revenge, you got your arm broken? Now I'm really curious. Just how beautiful is this Angela Winston?" Jimmy Miller knew the only thing Mico Styles was interested in was women. Mico Styles detested the idea of marriage, so he only fooled around with no intention to marry. To make matters worse, he had no interest in female actors or women working in the entertainment industry and targeted only married women like Angela Winston.