Moxie X Millie Novels & Stories

“That monster’s gonna rip me apart.” He scoffed, annoyed, but grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and tossed it at me. “Prep your slutty hole. Don’t keep me waiting.” I fumbled with the bottle, hands shaking as I poured lube onto my fingers. My eyes squeezed shut as I pushed two fingers into my ass, stretching myself, biting back a moan. Fuck, this was humiliating, and his piercing stare made it worse. “Too fucking slow,” Milo growled, yanking me into his lap. He pinned my wrists behind my back, his free hand shoving three fingers into my hole without warning. I gasped, toes curling, tears stinging as he pumped them deep, curling just right.

Rowena turned her face away. “You were a mother,” the girl said. “But never to the daughter who needed you most.” Rowena closed her eyes. “Who are you?” The girl smiled. “I’m the one you left in that basement.” Then she walked out. Claire’s Office – That Afternoon The footage had gone viral. A bloodied Rowena. A shadowy Harper Sr. A young woman calling herself Whitlock’s “first.” The internet was aflame with speculation. Cassandra sat across from Claire, who was already drafting federal affidavits.

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.

She grinned and all the anger in me evaporated. "Why the hell does her smile affects me" I thought frowning. "Good day sir" the ice cream vendor greeted me and I nodded "how much ice cream did she consumed" I asked and his next word shock to me, well not that I'm too shocked because I expected it after she ate five plates of pasta and three cans of Coca-Cola. I paid him and dragged away. MELISSA'S POV

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.

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

Millie said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. My brows shot up at her words, and I asked, “Really? Who’s Freya, by the way?” Millie let out a chuckle. “She’s the pack cook for the Silva Moon Pack and a spitfire. You needed to have seen them go back and forth. Cindy’s met her match, if you ask me.” Millie explained animatedly as I watched her. The run in must have been entertaining to watch, judging by her demeanor. My eyes widened, and I couldn’t believe my ears.

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!”

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!”