Millie X Moxxie Novels & Stories

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?

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

Moxilla snapped at me. She was bad at silent treatment and she hated it. Still, I didn't give her a response. She didn't talk to me again. Well, Good riddance to rubbish. I rubbed some lavender oil on my body, knowing he would go crazy when he smelled that on me. I let my hair down and applied some makeup, so I could look a little presentable. I applied some eyelashes and I loved the look. “Girl, you are overdoing it, he isn't going to be tripping,” Moxilla mocked.

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.

I listened in on the whole conversation. The great Miliani Hwang is just a broken girl under that tuff exterior. I've seen my men shudder at her name. I've seen my victims kill themselves trying to escape her wrath. She is ruthless but yet still so innocent, having never taken a life with her own hands.

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