Moxxie X Millie Novelas e Histórias

"Pierce, stop! Don't touch me! I'll hate you forever! Don't you dare touch me! I'm begging you!" No matter how much Millie sobbed and screamed, it was useless. The people inside didn't seem to hear her. She knew she could not change anything. This was all in the past. Hopeless, Millie was about to leave when she suddenly heard a faint moan. "I'm begging you… Please give it to me…" "Go deeper, I'm begging you, please…" "Is this your first time? Aren't you with Stefan?" Mille stood outside the door, and her legs felt like they were weighed down with lead. She could hear her own desperate pleas…

I ask, seriously, walking towards my door. "I'll give you one million," X replies, walking beside me. "If that's what you need, I'll do it. I'll buy the house and also give you the one million that's missing." "Really?" I ask, opening the car door, but X closes it. "Yes, but there's a catch," X says, cornering me between the car door and his body. He looks around while his hand slides towards my leg and slowly up my skirt. His fingers reach my underwear, exploring slowly. "I want you... For one night."

If I tried to deny it, my body would betray me. I rose from my seat. I had to check what was happening with Millie. I knocked on her door, but there was no answer inside. Instead, I heard muffled noises. I felt anxiety. Was she upset with me? I had to fix it. I knocked again, but still, no answer, while the noises intensified. She was crying! I pushed the door slightly and peeked inside. Millie was lying on her bed with her back arched. Her eyes were shut tightly while her hand was exploring the area under her panties—the area I wished to explore myself. The loud moan left her lips, and her back arched even more. Her release was close.

Detective Mills pulled out his ID “I’m real man, just not a fan of yours.” “This is rubbish… utter rubbish.” Octavio lamented. “Where is she?” Camille sat at the dining, directly opposite Octavio. “We made the swap. I stuck to my end of the bargain.” “mhmm?” Camille raised her brow and tilted her head a little to the left. “I’m serious here. You should call the pathetic Alexander and ask if she’s with him.” Camille relaxed backwards and took in Octavio from her position “Call my brother names anymore and I’ll show you what it really means to be pathetic.”

Justin Beck adjusted the rearview mirror, his eyes fixed on Susan’s car as it pulled out of the driveway. “You see that place?” he muttered to his partner, Collins. “Guy’s living like a damn king.” Collins Hallman smirked, his fingers drumming on the dashboard. “Bet the wallpaper in that place costs more than my house.” “Focus,” Justin snapped, watching as Susan’s car turned onto the main road. “This is it. She’s got to be making the drop.”

Moore asked, prepared to act. "No. That's exactly what he wants. Cause a scene in the middle of Emma's party, where he knows my family isn't welcome." Millie grunted, "Let's just move out of his way and keep him at a safe distance. But you're allowed to break his nose if he tries anything." she shrugged, knowing that Austin probably wouldn't pass up this opportunity to be humiliated.

“We’re not going to let that happen. We’re in control of this situation, Mr. Serrano- sorry Adán. We have to be.” I studied her for a moment, seeing a side of Millie I hadn’t noticed before. She was serious, determined, and for the first time, I realized that maybe she understood the gravity of the situation more than I gave her credit for. She wasn’t just some girl caught up in a fake marriage. She was my partner in this. “You’re right,” I said quietly, moving to sit beside her. “We are in control.” She gave me a small, tired smile. “Good. Because if one more person calls me the ‘drowning model,’ I might just throw myself into the pool on purpose.”

But… I wasn’t rich enough for that. Yet. “Bella Monroe?” “Yes?” I held my chin an inch higher. It was either Reed or Monroe. And I loved Monroe better. I almost didn’t pick it because it began with M.O. like Morrison. But I liked it way too much. It made me sound classy. Elegant. The receptionist tapped lightly on her keyboard, scanning through the file on her screen. “Alright,” she said after a moment. “Your interview has been scheduled.” My breath caught slightly. Already?

a suit in a wrinkled shirt shouted, tossing a crumpled dollar. “Only if you can match the moves, slick!” Noah fired back, a smirk hiding the strain. “More, you’re a legend!” a voice boomed from the back. “Legend doesn't pay the bills, friend!” he quipped, spinning with a flourish. The crowd melted into a sea of greedy stares—bankers, thugs, all ravenous. Riley slouched at the bar, red hair a vivid streak, freckles speckling her skin like dirt on glass. She sipped her drink, piercing flashing in the light.

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.