Millie Fitzsimmons Novels & Stories

Emily smiled kindly at me, even if I was staring at her with wide eyes rather than greeting her. "Hey, we met at Robert's house the other day?" She kindly smiled at me. Emily really did look like she walked straight out of a Twilight book, she was flawless in every way. With maybe the exception of the similar scars on our hands. Her white blonde hair was up in a ponytail, yet it still reached her lower back. She wore a black fake leather skirt paired with a burgundy top and carried a handbag that was probably worth more than I had ever made in my life. She was the supermodel on the runway, and my sweatshirt had been in my wardrobe since highschool.

I woke up four hours after falling asleep for this? For the most part, Spider had detailed things I already knew. Millie was a former aspiring actress whose career had ended at the same time as her first audition. Apparently, she had zero skill—but at least she had the kind of beauty that would sway whoever she wanted as soon as she batted her eyelids at them. She would usually attract middle-aged aristocrats in failed marriages, who wanted the beauty with no brains kind of women as arm accessories in an attempt to boost their egos. In return, they would shower them with all kinds of expensive gifts.

Candice was flushed red when she heard Richard Underhill's shameless pick-up lines. "That's very kind, Sir," Candice replies as she walks towards Richard. She felt confident in her tight black short, satin dress, and she smiled at him. Richard felt his pants tighten when he heard Candice call him Sir, as she rolled on the R. She walked towards Richard, who was sitting on the couch, and Richard felt his heart rate when he heard the heels click against the floor. And now the sound of her stiletto heels was his new favorite sound, and Sir was his new favorite word.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

He chuckled softly, repeating Millie's words. Simon was speechless. She always insisted that she had fallen for him, but constantly made him perform for Winston. The more attractive a woman was, the better she was at lying. … After breakfast the next day, Millie headed to the hospital. The news of her and Simon's date had mysteriously disappeared online, as if someone had deliberately erased it. As she passed by the emergency department, Millie spotted Winston. When she arrived at the office door, she noticed many of her colleagues standing outside, seemingly waiting for something.

Simone states, beaming a smile as Tiffany walks into the office. “Some of the new hopefuls think it was a matter of getting a bodysuit and becoming a model” Tiffany injects taking a seat next to Katrina. “Mr Fitzgibbon asked if I wanted a bodysuit. I’m not patient enough to handle the hard work and declined. We will see who will make the grade and who won’t, in time.” “You are getting the easy version” Simone injects, taking her seat behind her desk again. “I didn’t have the shoes to progress my movements. I had to learn directly in the bodysuit and fell flat on my face several times.”

"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."

We should go watch a match. Lisa thanked her for what she was doing, and Millie said it wasn't a problem before excusing herself and leaving. She took a taxi and hot home and still had enough time to catch a nap before Bobby came to pick her up. She was grateful it wasn't a dinner date, so she could just put on some oversized t-shirts, mom jeans, and sneakers. To be honest, Millie had never been keen on fashion, and so she never put much effort into it. She set the alarm but didn't hear it. She heard consistent door ringing. She was awoken with a jolt to find that she had overslept. She rushed downstairs, opened the door, and went back to her room to get changed.