Milly Tmf Novels & Stories

I watch in surprise as Milly walks into my office nervously, she observes my entire office, taking her time before her eyes land on me. “Milly.” I call standing from my chair. “What brings you here?” I ask her carefully knowing she was a very troubled and difficult teenager. “Are you here to get some jewelry?” I ask her and she quietly watches, from what little I know about her, Milly was no shy teenager but she tended to close off and go quiet whenever she was triggered.

What is up with the dramatic mood today? After she is done with brushing off imaginary dust from her skirt, as the main dust are on her knees, she folds her arms and faces Claire. “My name is Milly Green, Lady Chair…” “Claire! Is that so hard to pronounce?!” Claire is red in the face from frustration. Or anger. I don’t know. Milly continues, totally ignoring the interruption. “And I am four years old.” She twist her body to face the others. “That is Patrick and yesterday was his birthday. He is four.” She points at the smiling kid.

"You're positive? Because she is also half fae and you said you were almost certain the mother was a mortal." Vimpir questions. "There is one more way to be 100%. If she has a rain drop shaped birth mark right behind her left shoulder." Jameson replies. "May I?" Vimpir asks coming over to me. I give him a small nod before he walks behind me and easily slides my hair away from my shoulder. "Well, I'll be damned." he states.

One of them ran into a wall. Everywhere she went, work came to a standstill. She was none other than Millie. Millie was five feet seven inches tall, with long hair draped over her shoulders. She didn’t have any makeup on, but she still looked her best—because no makeup in the world was good enough for her. Millie knocked on the door before making her way into the general manager's office. Frederick was immediately stunned.

My Millie. He has her.

A glass was enough to make her feel high. She reached out to grab the bottle but he was faster than her hands. “Enough already. You’re going to kill yourself.” “They have no right to declare me infertile. Absolutely no right to play with my feelings and make me an object of public mockery.” Maybe because she had not been able to finish venting back at home in her mother’s arms, that was why she was still angry. Maybe because Raymond had shown up at the hotel, she stayed after tipping off the media. Maybe, it was because he was Will; the only person she could show her weak side to.

She believes in her spirit that nothing can harm her as long as she is strong within herself. "I will not let anyone ruin this day for me!" Promising herself one last time, she started her car. ***** It’s a big event for the fashion world. The very famous fashion designer, Melissa Millar, known as the queen MM, is having her fancy designs exhibited by the top models of America. Melissa Millar is a twenty seven years old beautiful woman also known as the heartbreaker of the state. This famous fashion designer can top the look of the best model of the New York fashion industry.

At that moment, Marcus absolutely wanted to pin Roderick on the ground and beat him up aggressively. Roderick, however, did not look at Marcus but only at the actress. "Mila, right?" Mila immediately nodded. "My name is Mila Murphy, and I'm from Northern Muslon. My skin is a little sensitive, so I'll often put on a lot of makeup. I have acting experience, especially acting as a vicious supporting actress. I have a rich experience in this. I don't have a high demand for the pay. I just want…to be friends with Master Marcus."

Sometimes she was, and sometimes she gave her opinion on a matter unapologetically. "I'm not shy. He does make me shy" Mila looked anywhere but at me. I smiled inwardly. So I did make her shy huh? "Cute" June smiled. "Your fiancéé reminds me of one of my students. Camilla looks to be a high schooler, or atleast graduated. What school did she finish from?" Cameroun asked me and I became temporarily mute. "Ermmm... What's the school again?" I asked Mila who looked like she was struggling not to laugh.