Moxie X Millie Novels & Stories

Millie says grabbing X by the bicep and pushing him out the door. Mhm.. “Wait..what?” X asks confused. “Yeah, I’ll call you,” she says pushing him out and closing the door in his face. “Woo sorry about that,” she says with a nervous chuckle. Hardly a millisecond later there’s a knock. She rolls her eyes opening the door, “what?!” She asks in a frustrated whisper. “You drove me here…” X says with lifted eyebrows. “Oh..yeah, just take my car, I’ll drive back with Mia later and get it then,” Millie says with extreme speed and shuts the door in his face again.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

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.

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!”

“I am Millie, the Beta of the Still Moon Pack. Thanks for lending a hand.” The petite female from before came forward, as my mate had no intention of continuing to entertain me. She was feisty, and I enjoyed it. “This is Miles, the pack’s delta and top enforcer.” I nodded at Miles. A thoughtful expression lingered on his face. He seemed lost in deep contemplation. “You must be tired from your trip. Let’s get you guys settled in the pack, then we can discuss later,” Millie said. She turned to hold hands with my mate, leading the way to their pack house, and a fresh wave of jealousy and possessiveness overwhelmed me.

An older wam said as she walked up to them, and Belle moved forward immediately to meet her. "Now you come in like a guest all glammed up?!" "Good Afternoon Mom" she replied instead. "And what's good about this afternoon " her Mom snapped immediately. "Mom please can we not do this now, I was unavoidably absent " she replied. "Good Afternoon Ma'am," Jasper finally said walking up to the both of them. "Afternoon " her mom replied as she turned to look at Jasper. "I'm Jasper Mills, Bella's Fiancé " he added and her mom's eyes suddenly went wide, she immediately turned to face her belle.

Matt adjusted himself on his crutches, looking mildly alerted too. My palms had become damp. Lily looked delighted. She was chatting away without pause, swinging their joined hands as though she’d known him far longer than five minutes. They finally stopped a few feet in front of us. Lily’s face lit up. “Mummy!” She let go of Damien’s hand and ran straight into my arms. Relief crashed through me so intensely my knees nearly weakened. I hugged her perhaps a little tighter than necessary. “Mummy.” “Hm?” “I met the nice man!”

I reply excitedly. As we make our way down to their living room, Stella shows me every room on the way before we arrive in the living room where both their mother Pop (Poppy) and their father Zane are seated. "Oh, I am so happy to finally be meeting you!" Pop squeals happily, as she hugs me tightly. "Poppy, baby. Let her breath." Zane states, with a chuckle. She lets me a go a bit before looking into my eyes. "I didn't squeeze too tight, did I?" she asks worriedly, and I shake my head.

My heart quickened as she noticed me and made her way toward me, weaving through the sea of people with practiced ease. Mrs. Moore wore her typical fur coat over an extravagant white power suit and dark sunglasses, even though it wasn’t sunny outside. She styled her peppered golden brown hair in a high ponytail, which stretched her features and made her look younger. She really was a beautiful woman. No wonder Kat was a stunning beauty.

I couldn't help but be drawn to this enigmatic person, and the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround them. A primal instinct roared to life within me, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through my chest. "Mate!" my wolf snarled, the word echoing in my mind like a battle cry. As if sensing my wolf's claim, the stranger's head snapped around, their eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. A single word spilled from their lips, husky and raw: "Mate!" The moment our gazes met, reality seemed to warp and twist. My mind recoiled in horror as I took in the stranger's features—the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the chiseled physique. This couldn't be happening.