Moxxie X Millie Novels & Stories

Becky unscrewed the bottle cap and handed the water to Millie, who drank gratefully. “Just think! We met the mythical Mogollon man tonight.” “Maybe we did, yes. His life must be a living terror. Some people want him hunted down and killed for crimes he may never have committed.” “Are you feeling better now?” “Much better, thank you.” “You owe it to Phillip Mogollon. Remember that, Sis.” Becky added. It was still dark and chilly as the two girls shared the water given them by Mogollon. Millie was nodding off, but Becky reminded her to stay awake.

She tiptoed into the bathroom. “Roxie? Are you okay?” Milli whispered as quietly as she could. “Sure, midget.” Roxie stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her bruised body. Her flaming red hair and ice-blue eyes, the only things she got from her father, looked odd against her dark mulatto skin. She was fairer than their mother and much fairer than Milli and Duran, whose fathers were black like their Creole grandmother. It was only midnight, and their mother wouldn’t be home from The Velvet Rope until after 3 AM, unless she got a john. Milli sat down to pee and began crying because it burned, and blood colored the water pink.

I promise softly. Behind us, the puppy barks and runs across the room dragging one of Grayson’s expensive socks. Jamie gasps. “NO! BAD DOG!” Grayson groans. “He stole my sock again.” I laugh. “He’s preparing you for parenting.” Grayson sighs. “I’m not emotionally ready for my belongings to be destroyed.” Jamie grins. “Too late.” Thursday arrives too fast. Melissa stands at the front door, smiling warmly. “Good morning.”

I screamed, jumping to my feet, impulsively lunging for her. Dan’s arms snatched my body back and pushed me down against the tabletop, pinning my already pained face to the wood. Tia paused, taken aback by my brief outpour of confidence, as was I. Her nostrils flared and her smile widened as large as her eyes. “Oh, dear Millie, I can smell your fear.” She toyed, pushing her body up off the table and sauntered over to her handbag, pulling out her phone. “Now, what shall I text Aiden saying… I know… Millie is going to be killed. The animal shelter now… Short and precise.” Her claws tapped against the screen whilst she grinned, proud of her actions.

Melanie gave them a knowing look before walking closer to Ambrose. "We have to go, my love," Melanie said. "I love you." "Love you too, mom." "Love you, son. We'll be back as soon as we can," Lucas said before kissing Ambrose on the forehead. The couple bid the two goodbyes before leaving them alone again. Lorraine and Michael stood waiting outside. "Is there something else you remember?" Matthew asked, anxious and hopeful of what he might answer. "The surrogacy," he replied and Matthew froze. "I remember going to the clinic with Alana and Drake."

Who would believe a nobody like him over me? If Malachi tried to make money off of me, then I’d have some things I could say about him. Well, not currently, but I would once I could call my assistant. I was sure she would have something I could use to blackmail Malachi. “My ex, Julliette, was a dancer. Or is a dancer? I don’t know. We don’t talk anymore.” Malachi said. His words distracted me enough that I let him lead the dance. “Why don’t you talk?”

She didn’t need to. Marilyn Moore. Her gaze swept over me, slow, assessing, calculating. Then, she stepped forward, her heels silent against the floor. The air between us grew thick, the unspoken tension stretching taut. “So, the rumors are true.” Her voice was smooth, practiced, designed to wound without ever raising in volume. “Michael actually brought home a pet.” I tilted my head slightly, my face unreadable, but inside, something coiled—not anger, not offense, just amusement. She wanted me to react.

If I’m gonna be a Morano, I’ll be the kind that taints the brand. I’ll walk across the graduation stage with a smirk and a diploma, and I’ll make headlines for everything he hates. Tattoos. Scandals. Men. Women. I’ll kiss a boy in front of him just for the hell of it. If I’m gonna burn, I’m taking his legacy with me. “Hey,” I mutter, glancing sideways at Ray. “What day is it?” He blinks at me. “Uh. Monday?” “Right.” I nod once. “Two weeks left till finals?”

It is full and warm and thoroughly lived in, and I would not change a single disordered corner of it. Mia is three and has Robin's stubbornness and my precision, a combination that manifests primarily as very detailed arguments delivered with absolute conviction. Theo is four and has the particular quality of a person who finds everything interesting, who picks things up and examines them seriously and asks questions that require more thought than you are always prepared to give at the time he asks them.

“Bella, please. Stop talking. For the love of God, stop talking.” “I will not stop talking!” She snapped her sharp gaze to me, her oversized sunglasses swinging wildly from her collar. “Do you know how much a taxi from the city costs, Elias? The meter looked like a phone number. And these two—” she pointed her espresso mug vaguely behind her at Kai and Nikolai, “—refused to break the speed limit because Nikolai said he didn't want a moving violation on his record before the weekend. The mafia has standards, apparently!” “It’s about maintaining a low profile,” Nikolai muttered under his breath, though his dark eyes never left Dad. His fingers twitched against his thighs, his stance still wide