Millie X Verosika Novels & Stories

One prompt glows across it in bold font. ‘VOICE VERIFICATION REQUIRED.’ Milena leans forward, still moving slowly but sharper now, focused. Her gaze lands on the tiny image beneath the prompt, a scribbled little sketch that looks like a lizard or a dinosaur, maybe? It’s a kid’s drawing, that’s for sure. She blinks. Then she smirks. “Milosaurus,” she says, her voice filled with amusement. The device chimes. The screen blinking blue, followed by a beep. Access granted.

Millie let out a small laugh to cover the hurt she felt. Yes, Thalassa and Luisa had spent years together in New York, so naturally, they were closer to each other than to her. But it still hurt to be excluded. Sighing, Thalassa took Millie’s hand in hers. “It won’t happen again, Millie. Will you please forgive us?” A smile finally stretched across Millie’s lips. “It’s okay. I was just being a drama queen. Congratulations on your win, girls!” She squealed, pulling them both into a group hug. After they pulled back, she added, “You managed to beat that witch even after what she did to keep you out of the competition. Linda Miller claims to be a woman of integrity, but she’s nothing but—”

One prompt glows across it in bold font. ‘VOICE VERIFICATION REQUIRED.’ Milena leans forward, still moving slowly but sharper now, focused. Her gaze lands on the tiny image beneath the prompt, a scribbled little sketch that looks like a lizard or a dinosaur, maybe? It’s a kid’s drawing, that’s for sure. She blinks. Then she smirks. “Milosaurus,” she says, her voice filled with amusement. The device chimes. The screen blinking blue, followed by a beep. Access granted.

sneered Xavia. “Quit spouting nonsense!” yelled Mila who had gone pale from fright. But then again, if she was just spouting nonsense, what was she doing in Gerald’s house? “I don’t care about whatever you have to say! Oh, and I’m marrying him soon. How about you? Why did you come back to look for him? Whatever your intentions are, you’d better give up!” replied Xavia as she rolled her eyes. “What happened Mila? Who is she?” asked Molly angrily.

Underneath, printed in thick black font: Subject of Interest – ZAKHAR VERONIN. I stare at the name like it’s a joke. It isn’t. “That’s not me.” “Isn’t it?” Milo asks. “Because I gotta say… if someone’s using that many resources to track down a nobody from the group home circuit, maybe you’re not a nobody.” He leaves after that. No goodbyes. Just a shrug and a warning: Keep your head down. Like that’s ever worked for me. I sit alone at my table for a long time, the paper still in front of me. My name, not Zach Pierce but Zakhar fucking Veronin, burning into my retinas.

Hurry up! Alessia emerged from Milo’s room. Both mother and son had a wide grin on their face. ‘You look to be in an awfully good mood. What’s going on?’ Veronica asked. ‘V, do you know how much money is in the account that Milo used your name to open?’ ‘What money?’ Veronica appeared confused. ‘The gaming account,’ Alessia reminded her. ‘Oh, that one,’ Veronica recalled. ‘I completely forgot about it. Did he make money from the game?’

"Hey! It's nice to put a face to the name. I'm Peggy. Peggy Anderson. My mom is Felicity, the..." "I know whom your mom is." I interjected. "It's really wonderful to meet you too Peggy. I'm Camilla Monteiro, but feel free to call me Mila." I grinned, and she winked. "I'm in love with her already Carter." Peggy piped. "There you have it! Your company." Carter gave a toothy grin. "I was already informed about that one. Chop chop! off you go then." "Away with me, then" He added. "But before that, when did you get here" He directed his question at Peggy.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

“Okay, we’re on our way right now. Can you tell me your name, sir?” “It’s…” Miles hesitates, eyeing the phone. He closes his eyes, inhaling sharply. “Sir, I need your details,” the voice speaks again. “Vera,” my eyes widened at the sudden turn of event. “It’s Vera S-Sirenio,” there’s silence on the other end of the line and a tear slips down Miles’ face. “I’m sorry sir, but it’s your daughter that’s being attacked. I’m sorry,” he heaves.

I spoke under my breath and she let out a breathless giggle as a blush claimed her cheeks She looked at me from head to toe unconsciously and her blush increased I guess I was looking good as well Vera's POV I couldn't help but admire what Julius had on as well  He had on a white polo shirt and ash trousers. The short sleeves of the polo revealed his muscled arms. My cheeks burned as I found myself checking him out. I found it hard to concentrate on my hair now. I just turned away and threw my hair into a love braid finishing it off with a little pink bow that went with my top and little gold dangling ear rings I turned around and bumped into Julius ,