Millie From A Different World Novels & Stories

And at least, they are humans! What is this place, then? Or is this . . . Earth? If so, then why am I not a human?! From being a princess in the planet of Audravaria, the world of magic and strength, becoming a lower being with a weak body and short lifespan is quite a disgrace already. Is it not yet enough that I even turned into a horse?!

He gently raised his hand towards my face, just as the doorbell rang loudly, interrupting the moment. "Who's there?" he asked, his tone now tinged with anger. I couldn't help but wonder what had caused the sudden shift in his mood. "Your food is here," he quickly responded, rushing towards the door to retrieve our meals. Some minutes later, Ryan entered the room carrying my meal, followed closely by Jessica who rushed in. "Where's that person!" Jessica exclaimed, dropping her bag on the chair. "Wow," Jessica commented, licking her lips. Food was the one thing that could instantly captivate her attention; she had an intense love for it, she's even willing to eat from an enemy's plate.

Annie gave Millie a blueprint of the house: “I bought it, you don't have to hesitate. This is for you.” “...” Millie was a little awkward, she just wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to be with Dustin. She wanted to see her talented brother-in-law up close. For a long time, the feeling of wanting to harm her older sister had grown, she really wanted to see Bella begging at her feet. Millie’s plan is to steal her sister’s husband… But Bella… is also very tricky. Millie: “Siste, please!... I don't want to be away from you, I only want to be with you. Didn't you say you didn’t want to live away from me?"

He laughed again—loud, unhinged, echoing off the concrete walls like a psycho who finally won the lottery. One of his guys shifted behind him. Skinny kid with a scar across his cheek. Voice low, urgent. “Boss. Milo’s not someone to play with. You don’t think he came alone, do you? You need to act fast. If you want to kill him, better do it now before we all die here.” Nate shoved the guy hard. Kid stumbled back into a stack of crates. “Shut the fuck up.” Nate cocked his head, his eyes never leaving me. “Milo knew he wouldn’t dare two-time me. He actually came alone. And to be honest…”

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

I turned around and noticed how pale she got. " Are you okay?" " Yeah, sure. I am only a little nervous," Millie shot me a glance, and I could tell she was not completely honest. " They do not bite," I told her reassuringly. " They just want to meet you." Millie offered me a slight nod. " I will try to look pretty tomorrow," she added jokingly, disappearing into her bedroom. " You always look pretty," I whispered when her door closed. That was true. Millie was a beautiful, natural beauty, unlike many other women I have met. Besides, she was kind and caring about others.

“I know. But dad… he wants me to go back here as soon as possible.” “Why’s that?” “He thinks that I’m safer here.” Her aunt nodded. “Maybe he’s right. Just don’t think too much, dear.” The next morning, Millie went to NYU to enrol for the next semester. While walking in the hallways, an unexpected person greeted her. “Hi Millie!” Her eyes widened in surprise upon seeing Mykel waving at her and approaching her. “Mykel, what’re you doing here?” She asked him. “Just like you. I’m enrolling for the next semester,” he answered simply.

Millie appeared in the doorway holding a tray with some sandwich triangles, a glass of milk, two cookies and some folded up clothing. “Knock knock,” she chuckled as she entered the room, placing the tray on the desk. “You’ve picked a splendid room, little Miss!” she said warmly. Arla instantly liked Millie. “I figured you wouldn’t want a big meal right before bed, so I made some ham sandwiches. You look the same size as my daughter Chloe, so my husband brought over some pyjamas and a change of clothes for you to borrow until we go shopping.” Tears welled in her eyes and her throat constricted as she realised for the first time that she had blood on her t-shirt. Her mother’s blood.

she said to whoever she was talking to, she hang up the sat down on the clean couch " who are you?" " me? Oh I'm shamika, Shamika williams " mika said " I was talking to the person next to you dear " mom said ,looking at me weirdly " are you my son? The one I raised? " she questioned yep I'm in trouble " ma look-" she threw a can at me, where the hell did she get a can from" ma stop aight " I said coz she was hitting me with cans and she can aim good I must say and that shit hurts

“I can’t imagine how they live like this every day.” We all turned to Milly, the only one who had yet to share her experience in the human world. Her silence was deafening, and we couldn’t help but stare, waiting for her to speak. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” I asked, breaking the tension. Milly crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. “No, I’m not saying anything. You’re all too quick to judge. This world is a big one, and we haven’t even explored it. All we’ve seen is this cramped, rundown small town.”