Millie Lancaster Novels & Stories

Her lips quivered, unable to utter a single word for a very long time. Her previous overbearing manner vanished entirely while saying, "I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Hall. I didn't do it on purpose. I just lost my head for a moment and wanted to use your name to get ahead at work. I didn't really want to bully anyone…" I scoffed. "You just lost your head for a moment? You stole my lunchbox, prepared peanut sauce on purpose, and even spread rumors that I'm an orphan, Julia. How can you even say that you lost your head for a moment? You knew those peanuts could kill me! You're committing attempted murder!"

“I don't care. Hand it over. You have all these writes watches and look at your dress. I know Millie wouldn't hesitate to pay a hundred dollar for everything she needs to know.” “What. The. Fuck. You're crazy.” I sighed, frustration building over my head. She just smiled, which made it even more stupid. But I went ahead anyway and handed her the fifty dollars. “Oh but this is not for that question. I don't care. Just tell me who she worked with.” She took a glance at me, went silent and finally said, “Specific names cost extra." I groaned. This woman was unbelievable. Still, I paid again. "Millie had access to someone connected to a wealthy family. I think the Evercrest. But as far as I know

”Ms. Lulham!” Someone made a sensual drawl of a cry and sashayed her way to Trinity. She looked at her with a coquettish complaint and plopped herself down on the empty seat next to her. “What is it?” Trinity pinched between her brows, looking tired. Said someone was Millie Hill. She had spent years working happily with Trinity and was also a significant award-winning actress in the industry. She was one of the outstanding performers when the female artists had worked together to embarrass Michelle back at the Tanners’ event.

One of them ran into a wall. Everywhere she went, work came to a standstill. She was none other than Millie. Millie was five feet seven inches tall, with long hair draped over her shoulders. She didn’t have any makeup on, but she still looked her best—because no makeup in the world was good enough for her. Millie knocked on the door before making her way into the general manager's office. Frederick was immediately stunned.

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.

Still on my butt, I crawled to where Monica stood and held her by the leg. “Please don't do this to me, huh? You can take my dress. It costs over eight thousand dollars and my shoes too, It's very expensive. Just spare my life please.” I pleaded as I showed her the label on my dress. Her eyes glinted in excitement as I spoke and she nodded in satisfaction. At last, she took everything except my phone. However, Monica was still nice that she gave me a wretched milk-colored gown to wear. I couldn't go back home else, I would disappoint Ethan. And even if I did, I will have nothing fancy to wear to his grandfather's villa. My hair was in a messy bun and my face was stained with dry tears.

She marches into my face. “Fuck you, Lillian!” she sneers in my face; I flinch away from her … what the hell? I lean back and watch her closely. I can’t believe Mel would do this to me, to my family. She grins showing all her teeth, “I got you something.” She tiptoes back to Mum and pulls the long cord she draped around her. Mel swings the cord around in little circles as she gets closer and closer. I swallow the bile back down, “Where’s my dog!” I demand.

Jackson teased back. Milli’s mother was a French mulatto from Louisiana Creole country, and her afro-like hair became fluffy in the bakery’s heat despite Milli’s attempts to pull it up in a bun. By the end of a shift, she could pull out the elastic stays and her hair would stand up almost straight for the first half-hour, earning her the nickname troll doll. That and her favorite pastime – trolling her bestie with practical jokes.

Josh praised, standing up “I’m going to take Nugget back to the stable. He may end up being scared by the party. But Lady will stay here and have fun with you, okay? Oh, and I'm also going to call my parents inside. If we let them, they will be making food all afternoon and will only remember to come and get a hug from you when the moon is in the sky.” “I want to play with them!” Millie said, with Lady barking in unison beside her “We can use the pogo stick!” “Why don’t you grab some of your new gifts and go play with your friends, honey?” Alice suggested, pulling a hair elastic from her dress pocket to give Millie a ponytail “You have a lot to enjoy before it's time to cut the cake.” “Come

The first Lancasters were not born to wealth, they worked hard for their first land--Justus Lancaster was married to a maid and together they built an empire and a tradition was born. "Fine," Matthew leaned back and sighed, too tired to argue over a wardrobe overhaul. "Thank you," Ava sighed, glad that she made herself clear. She might have walked into a deal she had no control over, but she's not going to be someone's plaything, that's for sure. The car diverted and the mood inside shifted. ** A black car stopped in front of the Lancaster Mansion and Alice Winter stepped out of it, head held high and a temper so hot, she might combust any moment. Her assistant in tow.