Millie Helluva Novels & Stories

MILO’S POV The penthouse was too damn quiet, the kind of silence that screamed trouble. I sprawled on the leather couch, one leg slung over the armrest, my fingers drumming a restless beat against the whiskey glass in my hand. My cock twitched at the memory of Jake’s tight ass last night, the way he’d moaned and bucked under me, his body yielding to every brutal thrust. But now? The place was a fucking graveyard. No Jake. No trace of him. My gut churned, a toxic mix of rage and something I refused to name—something that felt too much like fear.

But what the fuck put them against me in the first place? Mrs Gillingham tapped her pen against her notepad and cleared her throat. Had she asked me something? I had zoned out. “Sorry, did you say something?” I ran my fingers through my hair and realised that I hadn’t showered yet. I wondered if Seraphine had showered. Did they have showers in Hell? Suddenly I was imagining soapy droplets of water, running down the soft curves of her body. By the Moon’s grace, that nightdress had driven my Wolf crazy and I kept imagining my claws tearing through the thin fabric.

Millie I’m cussing a million times as I try to clean up my mess. Why wouldn’t I just be careful? I have already messed up enough for my first day at work, but I just had to make it worse. Toni doesn’t seem like she likes me. She hasn’t said it yet but she did show her dislike for me, and I just assumed it was because she was trying to show off that she had some sort of power here, but the number of insults she threw my way after I accidentally spilled the coffee on her is evident she doesn’t like me at all. I didn’t even think it was possible for someone to spit out that many insults in seconds. My cussing is nothing compared to how fast she was spewing her insults. She called me a bitch abo

Swiftly and discreetly, I snapped a picture and uploaded it with a clever caption. "Chilling at my penthouse" I nonchalantly declared, my voice dripping with confidence as I basked in the luxurious surroundings. This opulent space belonged to none other than Ryan, and I reveled in the exclusive status it afforded me. In a society that seemed to disdain the less fortunate, I felt compelled to live up to the standards set by the wealthy elite. I spared no expense in my pursuit of beauty and extravagance, viewing it as a necessary means to showcase my capabilities. Some might call it a facade, a shallow existence, but I vehemently disagreed.

She is definitely not expecting this reaction out of him, because she jumps back terrified. “Heath, it is me, Mimi, you can’t say you forgot me,” she reasons, “I…. I was just so excited to see you. I didn’t mean to hurt her.” “Mimi from where? I don’t know any Mimi,” Heath says, “and please refrain from manhandling me again or there will be hell. A matter of fact, I am surprised you are still alive after hurting my girlfriend.” I chuckled evilly, Heath had a past. I knew that when I met him, but his past had nothing to do with me, so this woman had no right to try and bully me.

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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.

Holy fuck I'm out of my league. The escorts I pay agree to my deviance. I'd go to jail if I picked up a woman in a bar and beat the fuck out of her. Melina begged and I delivered my soul on a platter for her taking. The fucking soul I didn't know I have.

Salvador groaned tiredly. "Fuck." Wei spun around to the direction he was looking at and got a surprise. "What the hell are those?" Jeff fired in shook. "Mummies." Sandra said grimly while taking in the familiar sight. "mother fucking God dammed killer mummies."

A six-year-old Milli Velvet struggled to carry her baby brother Duran. She had to run; she had to get away from their mother, Diva Divina Velvet before she killed them too. Her brother was limp in her aching arms as she ran out into the street to get away from the drunk monster screaming and staggering after them. Car tires squealed as Milli fell down. She was sure they were going to die, about to be squished like the neighbor’s cat. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the impact.