Novel & Cerita Millie X Moxxie

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.

“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.”

Zach had never met a parking rule he gave a shit about. As he got closer, the driver’s door opened, and Zach stepped out, 6 ft 3 of raw power and confidence… broad through the chest and shoulders, his black t-shirt stretched tight from years of underground MMA fights. His black hair was slightly messy like he'd dragged a hand through it on his way over, and those sharp piercing blue eyes locked on Noah immediately. Even in a simple black t-shirt and jeans, he looked like danger wrapped in sin and temptation.

Moxie, my childhood friend, was a beautiful blonde with piercing hazel eyes. “I need a plan,” I told her. “A plan for what?” she asked, looking up from her book. “How to get back at Rylan and Tiffany, of course! I want them to beg for mercy, to suffer for every strand of hair I lost and the slap my mom gave me. I want to strangle them!” I said, demonstrating with my hands. Moxie sighed. “Maya, you’re taking this too far. Let it go. You can regrow your hair, and I’m sure the slap doesn’t hurt anymore. Why are you so bent on vengeance?”

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

It’s something I struggle with, because I lose my temper as soon as I sense mockery or even disrespect. Miguel slaps my back. He looks as exhausted as I feel. Five damn hours of negotiation and there was no deal. “We’ll get it tomorrow. These guys love being fucking dramatic.” I say nothing. I reach inside my pocket for a pack of cigarettes and light one. I stand with my back against the wall with my cigarette dangling from my lips as I fight to loosen my tie. I let it drop to the floor. Miguel picks it up and pockets it. “You’re making a mess.”

, Millie chuckles and also lifts her glass, and toasts with me. Millie is the youngest one of my recruits, she was only seventeen when I asked her to join us. She is a renowned hacker, there is no system around that she can’t gain access to. She had gotten into some big trouble, trying to swindle one of the Mafia families, and she got caught. I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. I will make it known she was under my protection, and no one would touch her, in return she would work for me exclusively. She accepted without thinking twice, since then she has become like my younger, annoying sister, whom I love to death.

Callie's going to cry. Me: So is Millie. This is going to be perfect. Renan: Three weeks. Don't crack. Me: You either. That evening, I found Millie at the kitchen table with her laptop, looking at something intently. "What are you working on?" I asked, kissing the top of her head. She quickly minimized the window. "Oh, just... work stuff." "Work stuff that you need to hide from me?" "It's boring. You don't want to see." But she was smiling in a way that told me she was definitely not working.

The woman’s fake smile dropped instantly, her expression hardening. “Watch your mouth, little girl,” she snapped. “You should be ashamed, your mother’s already done enough to embarrass you all over the internet.” Mira blinked, confusion and anger flashing across her face. “You don’t talk about my mommy!” she shouted back, voice trembling. The woman sneered. “Maybe your mommy should’ve thought about that before...” “Hey!” Milo barked, stepping forward. His small voice was sharp, brave. “Don’t talk to her like that!”

stomach cries out begging her to eat something. "What us wrong with you" millie says out of nowhere "you're gonna stave yourself just cause you're mad?" "I am, I am VERY MAD. I'm so mad I'm hearing voices in my head" she pulls her hair. "You know other people would've accepted me by now, but no....." she stretches the no "you just have to be so fucking slow" "I can't trust you" "I'm YOU, who the fuck else are you gonna trust if you can't trust yourself" millie argues "I just want what's best for you, what's best for us"