Millie Lancaster 소설 & 이야기

“No matter what happened. You have to relax. This is your first time. So, it may hurt a bit. I trust Drake that he will not force you—” “Duh, Millie. Where’s your brain, doctor? Why would Drake force her if Emily is willing to receive his biggie cock—” Lilac didn’t finish her words when Millie dashed towards her and was about to knock Lilac when Lilac dodged away in a swift move. Emily couldn’t help but get amazed by their swift moves. “If you’re not my friend, I will kill you,” Millie asserted in a tint of rage. Lilac laughed and waved her hand at Emily. “I need to go first, Emily. See you tomorrow,” she said and got out of the room.

The morning sun felt warm on my skin as I stepped outside, and the Harrigan mansion’s driveway looked like it belonged in a magazine. Right there, leaning against her lilac car like she owned the place, was Millie Peterson. You couldn’t miss her—those soft curls bouncing around her face, oversized shades reflecting the gates behind me, and a pastel pink top covered in tiny crescent moons. Her wrists were adorned with gemstone bracelets, jingling with every move she made, and honestly, she sparkled every time she took a step.

This woman was lovely. 'I’m Fennella, double n and double l,' she informed me, whipped off a white glove and offered her hand. How didn’t I bust a knicker elastic laughing? Somehow my face stayed straight and I didn’t allude to the spelling lesson, although it was her dad who needed instruction. Many dads are a bit excited when registering a birth. Spelling is a common casualty. 'Pleased to meet you, Fennella. I’m Millicent, but everyone calls me Millie, apart from Vera that is.'

“I am glad you both are doing well. It is all that matters to me.” Lisa smiled, ignoring her inner demon that was pushing to shout and tell her mother they were not doing as well as she thought. Soon, she was pulled into the crowd to entertain the guests with her mother. “Lisa!” Lisa froze instinctively, wishing she could just disappear into the crowd without turning to see who it was. Well, she couldn’t. it was too late now. She turned, putting on her best smile. “Belinda!” The blonde, busty lady before her was no other than Belinda; heiress to a big oil company and top socialite. Lisa took sneaky glances at her small group of gossip sitting right behind her. She prayed silently to be able

Richard asks Ava, "Oh, it's Candice- And she's expensive," Richard felt the desire for this woman arousing. "How expensive?" "That depends," Ava replies, "I want her for the whole night in a private setting." Richard answered and had his eyes fixed on Candice as she stood at the bar and talked to the bartender, "Sir, she's a million dollars per night in private," Richard smirks, "No, she's one in a million," and then reaches Ava, his gold card.

she grumbled “Besides… Giovanni said he has been interested in the world of film production because of me and Graziella asked me to spend the day with her on her 7th birthday… I couldn’t continue living in some apartment without comfort, knowing that I still have so many things to solve, around here…” “Of course, Aunt Laura.” Millie teased her “Please try to enjoy the party too, okay? You deserve to celebrate our success too. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I still need to be a good hostess and greet the other guests.” Even though she felt a little guilty for telling that lie, Millicent walked through the room, smiling after smiling as someone approached her to greet her and congratulate her on th

We were walking down the spacious hallways, greeted by various paintings as we passed. "Does Damien like paintings? " I inquired, coming to a halt in front of a massive painting depicting a dramatic scene of an angel smiling under the tree. I couldn't take my gaze away from it because it seemed so magical. “Oh. Mr. Etienne drew that himself," Luca replied, filling me with awe. It's quite surprising to learn that he can draw so well. "This way, milady," Luca said, turning to the left side of the corridor as I followed him from behind. "By the way... I know this seems strange, but I've always wondered why you guys call me 'Milady.' Is there a reason for that? " I inquired, keeping up with Luca

Millie let out a small laugh to cover the hurt she felt. Yes, Thalassa and Luisa had spent years together in New York, so naturally, they were closer to each other than to her. But it still hurt to be excluded. Sighing, Thalassa took Millie’s hand in hers. “It won’t happen again, Millie. Will you please forgive us?” A smile finally stretched across Millie’s lips. “It’s okay. I was just being a drama queen. Congratulations on your win, girls!” She squealed, pulling them both into a group hug. After they pulled back, she added, “You managed to beat that witch even after what she did to keep you out of the competition. Linda Miller claims to be a woman of integrity, but she’s nothing but—”

Douglas, seeing the trouble his wife caused, glanced at Caitlin’s red arm and scolded Millie, "Millie, how could you be so careless? Look what you've done to Caitlin." "Sorry, I was just trying to pour a new cup of tea and didn’t see Caitlin coming in. Oh no, your clothes are wet, and your skin is red. I’m so sorry. Let me take you to change into something else and put some ointment on it, okay?" Millie said, clearly trying to play the innocent. Caitlin saw through the act and couldn't help but think: Millie truly is a white lotus—appearing pure while scheming underneath. If she dared to provoke her, Caitlin would find a chance to get back at her!