Novel & Cerita Millie X Moxxie

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.

At Ocean Sky Hotel, a woman in a dress stood on stage in the second floor banquet hall. She appeared to be in her thirties and had silky smooth hair and luscious red lips. With her smoking pipe, she projected both intelligence and charm. Below stage were a group of off-state bigwigs, whispering among each other. After all, the woman was Moxxi, the woman BM Group had sent to this town to avenge the death of Mary. An infamous investor in Wall Street, she was alleged to have gang ties, and those in the business knew her for her ruthless ways.

Moxie thought to himself and, almost as if his Beta could hear his thoughts, Lila approached him and held out her arms. Moxie looked at her suspiciously and she only smiled at him in kind, “I miss him too, but not more than you, do you need-,” she began, and before the Beta could finish, Moxie landed against her chest, his arms wrapped around her waist like a small child as his back shuddered with every silent tear he shed.

Becky unscrewed the bottle cap and handed the water to Millie, who drank gratefully. “Just think! We met the mythical Mogollon man tonight.” “Maybe we did, yes. His life must be a living terror. Some people want him hunted down and killed for crimes he may never have committed.” “Are you feeling better now?” “Much better, thank you.” “You owe it to Phillip Mogollon. Remember that, Sis.” Becky added. It was still dark and chilly as the two girls shared the water given them by Mogollon. Millie was nodding off, but Becky reminded her to stay awake.

He groans into my mouth. We break apart breathing hard. Bella stirs. Murmurs something incoherent. We freeze. She doesn’t wake. Victor’s eyes flick to her, then back to me. “Later,” he says. Voice low. Rough. I nod. We move as one—silent, practiced. I scoop her up. She nestles against my chest without waking, face tucked into my neck. Victor grabs the go-bags—two black duffels packed with cash, weapons, fake passports, her prenatal vitamins (he insisted on packing those himself).

a suit in a wrinkled shirt shouted, tossing a crumpled dollar. “Only if you can match the moves, slick!” Noah fired back, a smirk hiding the strain. “More, you’re a legend!” a voice boomed from the back. “Legend doesn't pay the bills, friend!” he quipped, spinning with a flourish. The crowd melted into a sea of greedy stares—bankers, thugs, all ravenous. Riley slouched at the bar, red hair a vivid streak, freckles speckling her skin like dirt on glass. She sipped her drink, piercing flashing in the light.

He waves Lyle over, and Amaris follows behind too. Marco turns back to his computer monitor but scoots his chair to one side so that Lyle can take a look. It was video footage from a camera. The footage was grainy, black and white, and was from a camera mounted high up but you are still able to see that the man on the screen is Adam. He appeared to be waiting for someone. After a few seconds, a dark colored car pulls up and rolls down the window. It was a woman at the wheel. Adam bent down and kissed her. They spoke for a few minutes. The conversation became an argument, and the woman sped off without any warning. Marco rewound the video and played it again, but slowed it down to the part wh

Moover City, Country Z Moover City is one of the biggest Cities in Country Z, wherein it was the busiest city in the country. It has malls, supermarkets, churches, hospitals, hotels, resorts, and many more. This country is ruled by a President and a democratic country, but aside from the President, they say that there is much more powerful than him and it was none other than Mr. Mariano Accetturo. Known for being a magnate and a mafia lord in country Z. His word is a law in the place where he resides. Many politicians need to win his approval for them to win, he remains low-key even tho he is at the peak of his time. Coming from a very powerful clan they also experience a crisis in their fam

It continued as the kiss continued on the screen, the bodies of the people in the video clashing and touching, their hands all over each other. Her Daddy was like that with her too. Madie's head tilted to the side further when the scene switched from them standing to the two people being on the bed, still kissing and still touching. Unconsciously, Madie's shifted in her seat, placing her thighs side by side, hands placed on top, remote long forgotten. The video was almost ending when together with the song, moans and groans came from the two people on the TV. They were making noises she makes when Daddy made her feel good, when he was touching her or rubbing her.

“Wanna go clubbing with me tonight?” Susan asked her friend, Caroline that evening after she returned back home. She'd been reluctant to leave Samuel alone, but he'd insisted that he was alright. Susan didn't believe him, but she left because she had plans of her own, and that plan involved going to The Summit. The Summit was the name of the club owned by Leo Spencer, and she planned to have a chat with him about her brother's situation. It was a horrible plan from hell, and she had no idea how she was going to pull it off, but after seeing her brother badly beaten up, she was willing to risk it, even if it meant coming face to face with the scariest man she'd ever met in her life.