Millie X Moxxie Novels & Stories

“I know, but I want everyone to see that I'm not the bad person that woman is manipulating them to think I am. I'm hopeful that it'll help boost our company's stocks. I...” His mother paused as she turned a glare to Millie. “You've already brought the document. What are you still doing here?” “Mum, don't speak to her like that,” Kris chastised. “I'm sorry. Excuse me,” Millie said before walking out of the office. As soon as Millie closed the door behind her, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number. “Lassa, I have some more information that might interest you. Oh God, I can't wait to finally see you guys in person again.”

“Oh my God Millie, I am sure the whole apartment heard you moan. Like girl, you never even moaned like that whenever we were doing it.” ##########

Lian was incredibly lucky, if they hadn't come on time, a few more minutes later and they would no longer be able to save Lian. Callum couldn't sleep. So many thoughts and questions were running through his head. He sat up from his bed and grabbed his laptop. The Moore Family was not unknown to many. Their businesses were scattered all over the country. You would think that everything about their family would be out in the open for everyone to know.

“Kill them both.” The sound of a gunshot split the air. For a breath, I thought it was the end—that death had finally reached for me. But the bullet didn’t tear into me. It didn’t even graze me. It hit Sasha. One of his own men had turned, the barrel of his pistol still smoking, his hand steady even as Sasha staggered back, crimson blooming across his expensive suit. His eyes went wide with shock, disbelief cutting through his arrogance. The mole Marco had planted. Could it be him?

I didn’t want to go through the disappointment and worry again, so I just put it off for as long as I could. Kiara had let me in on one of her secrets. Her parents had raised her as sheltered as they possibly could, so naturally Kiara had turned to the internet to make friends. Combine that with the fact that she is a natural fashionista, and she has gained over two million followers on Instagram.

The tall man pursed his lips and asked his partner, Maybe he didn't know English. "Miss Wisdom" "Leave the girl" The black man standing next to him shook his head and said that he was now staring at the Xavier who had got up. "Half Det Sam" "Take him too." The tall black man gritted his teeth. And as soon as he said that, the black farms were now moving towards Xavier. Xavier did not resist in any way. They were now grabbing him with both arms and dragging him away. A man was carrying the girl and was dragging Xavier right behind her. Xavier 's eyes were on the rifle hanging from his shoulders. The rifle had silencers mounted on its mouth, which did not allow the sound of fire to be heard.

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.”

Chapter 15: The First Crack The photo hit the internet just after dawn. It wasn’t that clear but grainy, taken through frosted glass and steam but it was clear enough to identify the two bodies pressed together under the shower spray. One was broad shouldered and more muscular… unmistakably Zach Rivera while the other was smaller, dark curls plastered to his neck, head tipped back in a way that left little to the imagination. The caption on the underground fighting gossip blog was so vicious:

If Rylan didn’t know where Stephen was, who did? I entered the library and saw Moxie staring at her phone, her eyes wide in shock. “Hey,” I greeted, forcing a smile. She quickly put her phone in her bag, trying to compose herself. “What’s that creepy act about?” I asked, sitting opposite her. “Nothing,” she replied sharply. “Do you still have class? I think we should go home now,” she said, clearly uneasy. “What’s the problem? You said we should study for a long time today, so why the hurry? It’s still midday,” I said, opening my bag to take out my phone.

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