Millie Helluva Novels & Stories

“My family needed money. I had no choice.” Lisa smiled awkwardly. Perhaps, if things hadn’t gone the way they did, would she have been in this young lady’s shoe too? Trying not to lower herself before the woman, she opened her bag, brought out a cheque book and signed it. Tearing it off, she offered it to the whimpering lady. “Here is a cheque of fifty million dollars. I am sure it will go a long way for your family. I have also prepared a passport and visa for you. My men will take you to the airport. You can go anywhere you want. Just make sure I don’t ever set my eyes on you. Ever. I don’t care what excuse you have to give to your family but I hope this stays off the media. You wouldn’t l

Perhaps, someone was going to help me achieve that. "He is a nobody, boss. A random guy from the studio, probably must have been paid a good sum for him to agree to do that." The smile on my face broadened, slowly turning into a smirk. Hookers never minded the problem they might be getting themselves into, as long as money played the vital role. Someone is indeed stirring the hornet's nest. And I will definitely enjoy it this time. I watched Melvin study my face for a while. It was on this kind of occasion that he had a mouth like a loose cannon.

Millie. She stood near a flower stall, her hair in a messy bun with sunglasses on her head. She wore a simple white dress and sandals. She was laughing at something the elderly vendor said, with colorful flowers in her arms. For a moment, Damian watched her. Not as Michelle's sister. Not as part of a complicated family. Just... her. Millie turned, her eyes widening when she saw him. She paused, almost dropping the flowers.

"The Millen family's thirty billion remains theirs. Your billion? That's my fee for the trouble, considering the trek up the mountain and burying gold wasn’t exactly a walk in the park." Mira's voice cut through, sharp and commanding. "Hemmy! That's enough!" She understood Helma's tactic: to become the target of Levi's wrath, a diversion from the Millen family. After all, being the lesser of two evils from afar in Greenville was a safer bet. Levi's eyes, red with rage, bore into Helma. "You dare to mock me and steal my money! You think you can just take it because you're some young upstart? Hand it over, or I swear I'll end you!"

“Millie, no one’s sitting there. Maybe… you’re just seeing things.” Millie took few deep breaths. She was so sure that someone was there looking her way. She shook her head to convince herself. Was I just really imagining things? ***

Millie said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. My brows shot up at her words, and I asked, “Really? Who’s Freya, by the way?” Millie let out a chuckle. “She’s the pack cook for the Silva Moon Pack and a spitfire. You needed to have seen them go back and forth. Cindy’s met her match, if you ask me.” Millie explained animatedly as I watched her. The run in must have been entertaining to watch, judging by her demeanor. My eyes widened, and I couldn’t believe my ears.

She has been cooking up human flesh and other delicious meals and i loved her so much. I watched Millie eat her hot soup she had made with some garlic bread. She was thinking hard and I knew it. "What's going on in there my love?" I asked. "I want to fight. I want to defend our home Brian." She said. I dropped my spoon in the now empty bowl. "You can't. It's too dangerous." I said not wanting to lose her. "Brian, you are dangerous. But Wilson is not that dangerous." "Millie, he tried to kill you. I never did. I maybe a cannibal and will forever always be one but he is a man of uncertainty. I will not let him near you." I said not wanting to argue with her.

Or keep something out. Elizabeth pulled her shawl closer and walked toward the well. Dampness clung to her skirts, soaking the hem where it dragged through shallow puddles. The stones around the well were slick with mist and spilled water, the moss between them dark and swollen. The rope was rough enough to bite into her palms as she drew the bucket up hand over hand. A woman she knew—Marta, the miller’s wife—stood at the edge, hands wrapped around an empty pail, staring down into the dark as though the water might answer questions.

Jack without hesitation carried me into a room Filled with dogs even after danile knew how much I hate and fear dogs after I lost my only sister because she was biten by a dog our house when my parents was alive that was how I became very traumatised with dogs. “Sir please” my personal assistant Jenny who knows I'm always afraid of dog knelt before danile pleading. “Sir please Mrs Emily has been sick of late and she is very much afraid of dogs sir please”. Danile flamed up “how dare you question my order?, or do you want to join her?”.he yelled “I'm sorry sir” Jenny knelt down immediately. “Tomorrow I will bring her to kneel before laura and apologise only then will this matter be considered

Melina My back hurts. Hell, my entire body hurts. The stone floor is hard, cold, and uncomfortable. All I do is sleep in the darkness or lay with my eyes open staring at nothing. Even exercise is no longer helping. The slow tendrils of insanity threaten me. I don’t know how much longer I can handle the boredom of living in the dark with limited mobility. Now I only want to scream. If I start, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.