Moxxie X Millie Novelas e Histórias

“Fix your face, he’s human. Okay guys, you may leave. Uh…Melissa, I’m kind of hungry. I need you get me something” “Anything for you ma’am. Seriously, what do I get for you” “chicken wings and chicken breast, hot sauce, some ice cream and burger. Yes my favourite dessert, mango cake. Thank you” Melissa and Thomas turned to each other and spoke with their eyes. “I can hear you two. Yes, it’s much but get it, the baby is hungry” “Yes” Thomas and Melissa exited my office. I rose from my seat and went over to the couch and laid on it.

The realization hit them like a mouthful of sour milk. The glares they shot Casey could have killed. Casey herself looked completely hollowed out. After all, she had just sustained the biggest psychological blow of her life. It wasn't just the impending threat of astronomical financial damages. It was the fact that she had been loudly claiming all day that she despised car moochers. Yet in the end, she turned out to be the very person she accused me of being. She couldn't process it. The police cross-referenced my documentation with the scene. After a thorough tally, they calculated that just the wine the group had chugged from my collection totaled over one million dollars.

Lian was incredibly lucky, if they hadn't come on time, a few more minutes later and they would no longer be able to save Lian. Callum couldn't sleep. So many thoughts and questions were running through his head. He sat up from his bed and grabbed his laptop. The Moore Family was not unknown to many. Their businesses were scattered all over the country. You would think that everything about their family would be out in the open for everyone to know.

He tries to find her, he busies himself by following her scent which leads to a double bedroom. Nothing is out of place. Everything is where it should be. Accept, that this mystery woman is not there. No photos of family members line the walls or dressers. The only things visible are some skates, outfits and so many clothes. Throughout this follow-up Novel, you will find that Millie suffers from Anxiety disorder and has frequent panic attacks as she is bullied through college. She has friends but she keeps her circle small so to maintain a stable relationship with these people she has to separate herself from the real world of cruelty. A world she doesn't know much about until she meets Mal

Alex's POV The calls I make to Levi push through, but no one is answering. I was starting to get worried. I called again and Levi finally answered. I let out a sigh of relief as I brought the phone up to my ear. "Levi, I've been calling you all day," I said. "Sir Alex? This is Melanie, from Arville Hospital. Are you Mr. Levi's partner?" Melanie asked. My heart suddenly dropped from my chest. "Y-yes. I'm his boyfriend. May I ask why you're calling?" I replied.

Crossing her hands on her chest, Millie groaned, “Carmen come on, you handled that lunatic boss at the PR firm for two years without murdering him. You’re practically a saint.” “That’s simply because he doesn’t have the body of an Olympic god and an ego which equates to the size of Texas,” I counter. “So you're finally admitting Maddox has the body of an Olympic god.” She grinned, nudging my side but I kept a straight face. “That’s not the point.” Feigning not to understand the point I was trying to make, Millie intertwined her hand with mine. “Here’s the deal, if you apply and get called in for an interview, you owe me…” She darted her eyes around, clearly searching for the most outrageous

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.

He groans into my mouth. We break apart breathing hard. Bella stirs. Murmurs something incoherent. We freeze. She doesn’t wake. Victor’s eyes flick to her, then back to me. “Later,” he says. Voice low. Rough. I nod. We move as one—silent, practiced. I scoop her up. She nestles against my chest without waking, face tucked into my neck. Victor grabs the go-bags—two black duffels packed with cash, weapons, fake passports, her prenatal vitamins (he insisted on packing those himself).

“You leave them out of this!” “Dad, who is this man?” Michelle asks curiously. The man grins as he steps closer. “You can call me Vinnie, sweet cheeks. How old are you?” Vinnie is eyeing her like a lion hunting a gazelle. He licks his lips as his gaze lingers over her soaking wet t-shirt and he moves to put his hands on her waist. My blood boils at the thought of his hands on her Instinct takes over. I throw myself in front of Michelle, one hand flying to shield my flat stomach, just in case. My body forming a physical barrier between my family and the threat.

Small gold hoops dangle from her ears, and she was holding a clipboard in her hands as she studied us with a friendly expression on her face. “I’m Millie, the resident doctor. I made it through most of my medical training, but even though I didn’t finish, I’m still the best for the job. If you’ll come with me, we’ll get you all examined. Don’t worry, this won’t take too long," her voice was sweet like honey and I’m sure it helped her patients to relax.