Millie X Moxxie Novels & Stories

“Yesterday the moon dragged memories out of me I didn’t even know I had. I thought only one person killed my mother, but I saw another. Someone else pulled the trigger. Someone orchestrated it.” Mara’s breath caught. “The moon pulled you?” Maxton nodded. “Yeah. And it showed me enough to know I need answers.” She reached for his hands hesitantly. The moment she touched him, her eyes rolled back. His memories rushed into her, the screams, the gunshot, the faces of men she knew too well. She gasped, stumbling back, horrified. “You saw all that?” she whispered. “Yes,” Maxton said, his voice hard. “But I couldn’t see the second man’s face clearly. You did, didn’t you?”

Eliza's POV; I stare curiously at my computer's screen as the cool night's breeze blows into my partly lit room through my window. I inhale in pleasure as it cools off my skin. I do want to be beautiful. I want to make an impact. I want to prove everybody wrong, and storm the world. I want to make fame at a rate that will shock my family. However, is this pop-up legit? Will it answer all my questions and grant my wishes?

She believes in her spirit that nothing can harm her as long as she is strong within herself. "I will not let anyone ruin this day for me!" Promising herself one last time, she started her car. ***** It’s a big event for the fashion world. The very famous fashion designer, Melissa Millar, known as the queen MM, is having her fancy designs exhibited by the top models of America. Melissa Millar is a twenty seven years old beautiful woman also known as the heartbreaker of the state. This famous fashion designer can top the look of the best model of the New York fashion industry.

“Tomorrow the Terrible Two-Some of Sick and Misk will be back on the case, killin’ hoes and mo-fos in their sleep. The Killer Sisters are back, girlfriend!” Despite myself, I smile and return Mary Sue’s proffered high-five. No matter how much I try, I never seem able to hate her for very long.

Shane Maxwell doesn't know who he just messed with. I was back at the office, enraged. Shane Maxwell had messed with the wrong person, I guess it's time to make him feel and see why I was called ruthless. " In my office". I called my assistant. " Buy out the Maxwell shares, and buy it at the lowest fucking price. Including the shares of his board of directors. I want it all over the news in the next hour. " Yes sir, is that all?". " Yes, youay leave. Fetching my phone from my pocket, I dialed the number of the only person who can calm me down. " Hello, Brianna Quinn speaking ". Came her melodious voice.

she stated calmly, her voice devoid of any tell tale signs of judgment or sympathy. I exhaled, finding temporary solace in the act before settling down onto the chair. At that moment, my phone abruptly rang, its ringtone piercing the stillness of the room. Retrieving it from my bag, I checked the caller ID, only to discover that it was my mom. However, I couldn't afford to pick up her call at that critical moment. Just as I was about to dismiss the call, a message notification appeared on the screen. Tentatively, I opened it, revealing a message from my mother. As I read the words aloud, a rush of fear coursed through me. "Since you refused to pick up my calls, your brother is about to hack

If he had also asked me to sell him my lifelong recipe, I'm not sure that I would have turned down the offer, but then again, As Milo had so crudely put it, I hadn't been laid in a while. My best friend Milossa, I am not just saying this because I am biased, is gorgeous. She has caramel hair that she cut into a straight bob, her left eye is pink, and the other is the deepest shade of blue that I had ever known existed. Naturally, she was bullied as a child for this. But, I have never seen her back away from a fight. So, I am adding that quality to her beauty. "Annabelle, let me get you laid!" She said then took a swig of her beer. "Give me your permission, and I will be your fairy fuck mothe

Her sexy spooky brown eyes lit as she turned to the next girl. "I'm Molly," She said calmly, her sweet soprano voice made it sound like she was singing. Her Black and little white birthmark hair were neatly parked in a ponytail as her lovely sliver eyes sparkled as she removed Melissa's hat from her hair smiling she extended her pale arm for a handshake. Melissa didn't hesitate, she took Molly's hand in hers and shook it gently still watching them hoping they would pop off. She sincerely wishes she could ask one to assist her in massaging her butt, but like she had broken something from the great fall...

’’ I brush my lips close to her temple and she shivers. She soon relaxes and gives a smile for the camera, which I can’t help but stare at. I look up with a smile of my own as our fan takes another picture. When the girl goes to the counter, Millie is staring at me. ‘’How come you are even so famous? All you do is work at a telecommunication company.’’ ‘’Well, it helped that my father was married to my mother, who was an actress.’’ Her mouth falls into an O.

She arrives at the mansion with a photographer, a recorder and a list of questions that Damon's team has already properly vetted. We do the interview in the garden, surrounded by Mike's roses. It's strategic, the setting suggests warmth, domesticity, the kind of comfortable life that readers will want to believe in. "Tell me about yourself," Moira begins. "Before Damon. Who was Millicent Andrews?" I tell a version of the truth. Parts of the whole. Bits, not so much, not so little. A method of playing safe. I talk about growing up without much money, about discovering photography as a teenager, about building a business from nothing.