Millie Helluva Novels & Stories

"Don't bring my child into this," Joline’s voice trembled, her words strained and heavy, weighed down by fear and apprehension. She tried to maintain her composure, but the cracks were evident. It was faint, almost imperceptible, yet Dryzza could see it: a glint of awareness shimmering in Joline’s eyes. It was a look that betrayed an unspeakable fear, an understanding of the terrible fate that might befall her child—little Jess, the innocent girl who lay sleeping peacefully behind her.

He chuckled darkly, "Get ready, babe. I'm on my way right now." The call ended abruptly, leaving the tension lingering in the air. Millie stared at the screen for a moment, her lips curling into a sharp, triumphant laugh. She rose to her feet, and with a casual flick of her wrist, she tossed the phone onto the opposite sofa and turned toward the vinyl radio. Her fingers danced over the controls, selecting a song with a beat that matched the electric energy coursing through her veins. As the music filled the room, she began to sway, her movements fluid and intoxicating.

As the microwave hummed and the glass plate spun in a culinary dance, she couldn’t resist pouring herself a tall glass of Sprite to accompany her feast. As she waited for her food to be ready, Vinnie glanced out the window. The sun hung high in the sky, mercilessly radiating its scorching rays upon the world below. Once again, her mind drifted to her meeting with Mr Doyle, and the pang that rose in her chest this time was a lot worse than earlier. She hadn’t mentioned anything about Mr. Doyle and his peculiar request for a mistress to Maya. Keeping secrets from her best friend felt anything but nice or righteous, but how on earth could she break the news without triggering a full-blown meltd

I screamed to her but she only smiles. She stopped junking only to tell back at me "fuck you bitch!" The students seated around the yard barely gave her any attention. They're used to her now. "You're so dead, Millie!" I yelled on top of my voice. "I'm still alive!" She replies before jumping off the car, her yellow crop top only barely fitting over her large bossom, her bellybutton on full display down to the blue bargy ragged jeans she wore. As always she has her blond hair held into two messy bons at each side of her head, giving her elfin face a more babyish touch.

Filthy skin, clothes torn to shreds—they looked like strays that'd been dragged off the street. Peggy spotted me first. She lunged at the bars like a rabid dog. If she wasn't locked up, she probably would've gone for my throat. I smiled. "How does it feel? Regret anything yet?" She shot daggers at me. "Why's your life so perfect, Cecilia? You ditched Steven and bagged Xander Zane?" "Because I never betrayed anyone," I said. "But don't get it twisted. I'm not here to forgive. You killed my baby. You're gonna pay."

"What the hell is leaf boy and is she calling me that? she must be insane, such a beauty to be insane. who are you and what are you doing in my house naked I asked her again and she ignored me and tried touching me again and I moved back. "Who sent you here to seduce me you S**t" I said and she frowned. "why are you still calling me s**t again? you keep calling me s**t all the time, I have told you that my name is Melissa and not s**t, Perhaps I might look like your s**t girl but I am not her" she said and I find myself chuckling. "Are you insane? I asked her and she glared at me getting angry "I just told you now that I am not your insane and your s**t that my name is Melissa; can't you hea

’’ She throws out the banana peel and hurries off. While I am drinking my coffee, Millie comes back. Looking radiant in a yellow sundress that clings to her body and I notice that she isn’t wearing a bra. ‘’Are you ready to go?’’ She nods.

“Now, I’m Millie. Oh, drat. I already said that.” “It’s okay. I’m Elle.” Millie beamed at her. “I know. You’re Drake and Gomez’s. Which is freaking awesome! Spike now owes me fifty bucks, which I’m going to spend at that new Little store in town. They have the best dinosaur stuff.” It surprised Elle that she was so open about being a Little. Then again, maybe it shouldn’t. Millie seemed very secure in who she was. And why wouldn’t she be when she was absolutely rocking it?

stomach cries out begging her to eat something. "What us wrong with you" millie says out of nowhere "you're gonna stave yourself just cause you're mad?" "I am, I am VERY MAD. I'm so mad I'm hearing voices in my head" she pulls her hair. "You know other people would've accepted me by now, but no....." she stretches the no "you just have to be so fucking slow" "I can't trust you" "I'm YOU, who the fuck else are you gonna trust if you can't trust yourself" millie argues "I just want what's best for you, what's best for us"

llelujah! Dum! dum! Hallelujah!... Dum! Hallelujah!... Dum! Halle-lu-jaaaaah!!!! "Clover!! Come on you gotta stop zoning out with that creepy smile on your face" Millicent pulled my arms down from their hallelujah pose. I snapped out of my imagination and looked forward at the variety of goodies.