Millie X Moxie Novels & Stories

"Oh no" *************

My heart quickened as she noticed me and made her way toward me, weaving through the sea of people with practiced ease. Mrs. Moore wore her typical fur coat over an extravagant white power suit and dark sunglasses, even though it wasn’t sunny outside. She styled her peppered golden brown hair in a high ponytail, which stretched her features and made her look younger. She really was a beautiful woman. No wonder Kat was a stunning beauty.

When they were finished with my neck and face, Milo smiled over at me. "There's my girl." He stood from behind his desk, shrugging on his fancy black jacket. "Ready to go? The car is waiting." As we rode down the elevator together, Milo's hand on the small of my back, I couldn't help but wonder what Alexander was doing at that exact moment. "Remember, you're no longer MelissaDunkens. You're Mia Starr." Milo's hot breath on my neck sent cold chills down my spine. I knew who I was, but did he?

she tells me. "Sure." I say, excitedly. Both Raven and Rayne begin to explain the different types of pops before asking me which one I would like to try. "What one do you like to drink? " I ask Rayne. "Pepsi and Root beer. I like them both." he replies. "What one are you going to get?" I ask next. "I think Pepsi tonight." he replies. "I'm going to get root beer then, that ways I can try both." I say, with a giggle.

I couldn't help but be drawn to this enigmatic person, and the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround them. A primal instinct roared to life within me, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through my chest. "Mate!" my wolf snarled, the word echoing in my mind like a battle cry. As if sensing my wolf's claim, the stranger's head snapped around, their eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. A single word spilled from their lips, husky and raw: "Mate!" The moment our gazes met, reality seemed to warp and twist. My mind recoiled in horror as I took in the stranger's features—the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the chiseled physique. This couldn't be happening.

The contact was electric, primal, terrifyingly intimate. “You and me,” he whispered, voice raw. “Six months. Then we’ll finish this. Together.” The wolf’s growl melted into a rumble that felt more like a laugh. “Name me, then. Claim me.” Maxton, shaking, bloody, and trembling with adrenaline, breathed out the first word that came to him. “Wolfie.” The wolf blinked, then threw its head back and howled, the sound filling the realm like thunder spanning across the sea. And when it lowered its gaze to him again, something had shifted, hatred tempered. Fury bound. Power chained but not broken.

He looks exhausted. There is Maggie Moonwolf, about my age, who has lived her whole life in Loop City, having been adopted by humans. This causes a digression as we first sit in stunned silence before bombarding her with questions. Do they know what she is? How did they find out? Her mother and father asked them to look after her! They were friends of her parents! How did her parents die?

In a minute we were both seated at his desk and he’d already made sure that there were fruit drinks waiting as refreshment beforehand. “So, have you heard about the Moxie fundraiser?” he asked just as I lifted my drink to my lips. Who hasn't? The Moxie fundraiser was the most popular female-powered event of the year, it was an annual gala where the wealthiest people came together to place crazy expensive bids on auctions for artworks and ladies. In the end, the revenue was given to charity and the highest bidders names were placed in a hall of fame until the next year’s event. I watched it religiously year after year because there was always some juicy drama.

Gloss POV The moment Dream’s declaration hit the internet, my world spun off its axis. Overnight, every gossip site, entertainment channel, and social feed turned my name into a trending topic. Gloss, the anonymous intern-turned-“partner” of the nation’s most untouchable CEO. My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating, my inbox overflowed with messages, and my reflection in the mirror felt like a stranger’s.

My brows creasing, “Listen to what?” “Just hear this out. It will be quick and it’s like VIP. Sort of.” Milo chuckles. “Ready lads?" "What's going on Mill?" I ask frantically. “One two three four..” Milo counts. "Hypnotizing, it's like I'm out of body tonight." His voice was deep and soothing and I cannot believe he is actually singing right now. "I'm flying, you got me on a high. So take, take me to a place I know, I know"