Oh Millie Novels & Stories

If Eleanor wouldn’t help directly… perhaps she could find someone else who would. Millie walked into Richard's office confidently, her curly hair bouncing and her high heels clicking against the floor. The air was thick with her expensive perfume. Richard looked up, a bit surprised. "Well, look who's here," he said sarcastically. "I need your help," Millie said directly, not bothering to greet him. Richard leaned back and crossed his arms. "Let me guess. You pretended to be pregnant, got found out, messed up things for your sister, and now everyone dislikes you?"

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.

I got the French tips, Anna got the ombre,mom also got the French tip, and Lisa got the chrome. “ Don't you think it's time Lisa got her ears pierced?”. Mom voiced out. “ Yeah, that's a great idea, but it's up to Lisa”. “ I really want to get my ears pierced”. Lisa said excitedly

KNIGHT MANSION Eleanor paced the room, her mobile pressed tightly against her ear, while Millie’s voice echoed with concern. “Millie, calm down,” Eleanor urged, her tone firm yet reassuring. “I'll talk to Mr. Smith. And no, your job is not at risk. I won't find another Professional Assistant like you." Millie, Eleanor’s trusted Personal Assistant, had called again with updates on their client, Mr. Smith. The upcoming shoot for a baby care product was crucial, with significant funds already invested. Eleanor couldn't afford to cancel the contract, not just financially but also for her career's sake.

1 model that caught the attention of the entire world, Ophelia Maine, my mother. During her early teenage days, she shook the world with her astounding beauty and smile, crowning her as the no. 1 model during her time. But now, that crown has fallen… because it was mine to begin with. Ophelia, my mother grinned at me, as I smiled at her back.

“I need a horse for my…for Stella.” Aaron frowned slightly, seeming to give the apple more attention than normal. Then he held it back, running his hand down the muzzle of the brown horse and holding out her lead rope to me. “Tiffany. That's what she's called.” — The adrenaline from the sprint hummed beneath my skin, beads of sweat gathered at the back of my neck. I ran my hand against Olarya’s dark fine fur, stopping to scratch the back of her ears softly. Her sides expanded and contracted with heavy, rhythmic breaths, the faint smell of sweat rising from her coat.

Sorry Olivia, but your plan will never work out," Doc. Miles laughed with a stern expression. Flashback. Olivia and Edward had come to his hospital two days ago to ask for a poisonous pill and when he asked what it was for, Olivia told him it was going to be used to kill a pit bull that always chased her down the Estate whenever she left the Yates Mansion. Doc. Miles found her lie amusing cause he knew there was no pitbull living anywhere around the Yates Estate and the only dog living there was Cherry's pet which she named Daisy. It was a Pomeranian puppy and not a pit bull like she said.

Kira's voice stops Millie just in time, saving me the stress of having to do it myself and saving Millie from receiving the delivery of my own brain resetting slap to her wretched face. Bitchy Millie Blonde is so damn lucky....

Amy, with her vibrant personality and infectious energy, provided a perfect cover for the tension simmering just beneath the surface. The observer continued to follow them as they moved through the city, stopping at a quaint café. They chose a table outside, and the observer found a spot across the street, hiding behind a newspaper while still keeping them in sight. The observer watched as they laughed and chatted, their bond clear and strong. This was the Emily the observer remembered: lively, full of hope, and surrounded by people who cared about her.

Ana raised a brow. “Forget about that, why didn't you tell me about...” Adam asked but then trailed off after looking at Millie once again. Her cute and angelic face instantly brought back the smile on his face. Ana saw the love and warmth in Adam's eyes when he was looking at Millie and her heart warmed up like a hot choco.