Millie X Moxie Novels & Stories

Millie then attacked me with winged liner and red lipstick, declaring me her new hair bestie, and invited me for drinks. “We need to sort this out.” Millie leans over, pulling up the baggy-sleeved T-shirt I put on this morning. “I’m going through a restyle. This is my comfy phase.” “Oh. Men want class and something left to the imagination nowadays.” Millie sips her mojito and gazes at me wisely. “You have so much potential, a whole other class of sexy. I mean, have you looked at that hot girl in the mirror today? You’re truly stunning” Millie is another class of sexy, and I haven’t stopped staring at her since the walk over here. I may not have any attraction to women, but I can appreciate t

A home. Meanwhile, back at the villa, Millie was making significant progress. She burst into Michelle’s office one afternoon, excitement coloring her cheeks, clutching a portfolio. I did it! she exclaimed, breathless. I finished my first piece. Michelle immediately set her papers aside to give Millie her full attention. Millie revealed a beautifully crafted mood board for a boutique interior, showcasing velvet textures, brass details, and soft jewel tones—chic yet inviting.

Milan said all in one breath and I could only look at him in astonishment. "What? You want me to kill this thing?" she said while pointing at me. "No!" Milan and I screamed. "Oh, so fake kill him then? Do you really think that Lorenzo will believe that? He's an asshole, not an idiot," Alexis scoffed. "Fake comatose?" Milan asked.

" Carter was still about talking when the man interrupted him. "Where's Cassie?" He asked, and I noticed Carter pinch him. "Excuse us Mila, we'll be back In a moment." Carter said, to which I just nodded. "Hey! My name is Alexis" The Bimbo lady introduced herself the moment the men left. "I'm Camilla" I smiled "So, he your boyfriend?" She asked "I.... suppose" I answered unsure. "You don't sound like you sure 'bout that baby, and I for one ain't sure 'bout that too, you know"

I moaned out as Alex quickens his pace. "I'm close baby," he moaned. I lifted my hips as his thrusts go deeper and faster. I wrapped my hand around my length, stroking it at the same pace as his as I could feel myself nearing climax. "Oh, fuck, Alex. This feels so good. I'm so close." "Cum with me baby," He mumbled against my lips. Our moans were getting louder and louder until I came all over my chest. I could feel Alex fill me up as we climax at the same time. Alex slumped on top of me with a layer of cum coating both our chests.

Zach had never met a parking rule he gave a shit about. As he got closer, the driver’s door opened, and Zach stepped out, 6 ft 3 of raw power and confidence… broad through the chest and shoulders, his black t-shirt stretched tight from years of underground MMA fights. His black hair was slightly messy like he'd dragged a hand through it on his way over, and those sharp piercing blue eyes locked on Noah immediately. Even in a simple black t-shirt and jeans, he looked like danger wrapped in sin and temptation.

If their huge postures didn’t give it away, their scent sure did. “Hey there, ladies! Can we buy you a drink?”. One of them speaks up, offering his most dazzling smile. Millie is smiling back at them, looking ready to entertain them. I, however, am not. I need to get back to Maxim. Not only to protect him from crazy ass women, but also from a delusional warlock. “See you later, Mills. Link Maxim if you need me”.

Just as I was reaching for my towel, my phone buzzed on the counter. Millie: I’m on my way to the Harrigan mansion! Be ready, bestie. We’ve got a semester to slay. I couldn’t help but grin. Leave it to Millie to brighten my cloudy world. Me: You ready to step into enemy territory? Her reply came almost right away. Millie: Please, I’ll bring holy water if I have to. Just be cute when I get there. Laughing softly, I slipped my phone into my pocket and finished getting dressed.

A makeup artist was trying to keep her steady while Misty scrolled through her phone. “Not too tight,” she said, watching herself in the mirror. “Trent likes it loose.” Her stylist nodded quickly. “Of course, Miss Murphy.” Misty smiled. “Mrs. Silverwood,” she corrected. “Almost.” Her friend Lexi sat nearby with her phone in hand. Lexis parents were rich but she still acted like a second class citizen. Misty had a way with people. “You’re already trending,” she said, showing her the screen. “#SilverwoodMagnolia—four million views.”

“And, for mom’s hair, I’m going to use pink glitter!” Millie screamed, making Alice thank the heavens that the jar of glitter in her hand was closed tightly, or the living room carpet would have already turned into a unicorn. “But, your mother’s hair is brown.” Massimo commented, standing firm on his role to serve as a painting easel for Millie’s art, holding the cardboard at her eye level.