Milly Tmf Novels & Stories

"Oh, Layla. What happened?" I open my eyes to find Millie standing in the hallway. She's a willowy blonde goddess with blue eyes and a sweet personality, all wrapped up in a pair of short, pink pyjamas. Millie's had her share of dating disasters too, but with a new girlfriend in her life who appears as if she might be a permanent presence, my best friend is disgustingly loved up and off the market.

”Ms. Lulham!” Someone made a sensual drawl of a cry and sashayed her way to Trinity. She looked at her with a coquettish complaint and plopped herself down on the empty seat next to her. “What is it?” Trinity pinched between her brows, looking tired. Said someone was Millie Hill. She had spent years working happily with Trinity and was also a significant award-winning actress in the industry. She was one of the outstanding performers when the female artists had worked together to embarrass Michelle back at the Tanners’ event.

I grabbed my phone, intending to avoid any further awkwardness, when it buzzed in my hand. Sam. Perfect timing. I needed to vent. I swiped to answer. “Sam, you won’t believe what just happened—” Before I could even finish my sentence, Sam’s voice exploded through the speaker. “Millie, oh my GOD! You're trending!” “Trending?” I frowned, glancing around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “What are you talking about?” “You—wait, hold on, you haven’t seen it?!” Sam gasped dramatically, like I had just missed the royal wedding or something. “You’re all-over social media! They’ve got you as shopping mall gurl and now drowning model!!!”

Mia sighed, shrugging her shoulders. “Oh my, You must be Princess Mia.” the girl gasped and immediately felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. How could she not know who she was considering she looked like a younger version of the queen? Mia saw how uncomfortable the girl seemed to have become and decided to be friendly. “That's right but don't worry about it since it's all new to me as well,” Mia said. “My name is Millie. I work here as a servant girl. Can I get you anything or perhaps something to eat? Maybe a drink?” Millie stuttered, trying to make up for it. She was very nervous and it showed.

We clicked some pictures through our meal and I posted them in my profile by adding her and with a caption : Work can be a bitch but Mila is not.... At least for now:,-) "Oh you just wait, I will be your favourite bitch." Mila said and snapped some more selfies. "Tina, look at this, your post is trending!" Mila exclaimed. I went ahead and saw that the statistics really indicated that my post was trending. I went through the comments section and saw comments from my family and friends where Ryan, Tiffany, Jessica and even mom had responded to my post.

It read "Results for Tyler" Tyler miller or better known by his stage name meetme is an Award... I clicked on it and a whole page with his career history was displayed. He had won six Grammy's in two years, top the billboard charts a few dozen times, also performed at the BBMA's, EMA's, MMA's and others. He sold out stadiums on his last tour. And he was eighteen and single, they placed emphasis on the word "single". I rolled my eyes and scrolled down. There was an article which read

Not knowing what to do, the poor woman broke down in uncontrollable tears. This wasn't the first time something like this was happening and Mila was sure it wouldn't be the last. This has been her life for the past three years now. But this wasn't how it has always been. Killian and Mila have known each other since high school. Back then, when Mila was still 12, she was the awkward and quiet type who never had the courage to talk to anyone and no one in her class wanted to talk to her either. Killian was the first boy and person to talk to her the very first day he entered her school.

“Mrs. Rosemary, please wake up… just for a moment.” Mila gently shook Rosemary’s pale body as she lay motionless on the bed. Rosemary blinked slowly, her eyes heavy and hollow. “Why should I wake up, Mila? The world out there doesn’t want me anymore.” Mila bit her lip, fighting back tears. “That’s not true. Look at this, Ma’am.” She lifted her phone and played a video. A wave of cheers and chatter burst from the screen: a famous celebrity was being interviewed on the red carpet. A dazzling gown sparkled on her figure, and when asked who her favorite designer was, she answered confidently:

I make a loud, angry grunting sound in my throat. “Theo, you can choose what the trackers look at when you walk on the red rugs this Saturday,” Millie says. “I am a terrible actor, Millie,” I tell her. “I hate stupid small talk. I can never pretend to like some random royal female I do not even know.” “I never said it had to be a female wolf you do not know,” Millie says. My eyes slide right back to Zara's small, grey training shoes sitting next to my giant warrior boots. I think about her beautiful heavy curves and her big green eyes, and my heart starts going super fast.

"Are you going through PMS right now?" Milly rolled her eyes. "That is none of your business, Torry." She quickly finished her breakfast and tea, because she really couldn't stomach anything solid at the moment, and washed her mug before saying, "I'm going out. I probably won't be home for lunch." She didn't bother listening to Torry's reply and stepped out of the house.