Oh Millie Novels & Stories

“Now, I’m Millie. Oh, drat. I already said that.” “It’s okay. I’m Elle.” Millie beamed at her. “I know. You’re Drake and Gomez’s. Which is freaking awesome! Spike now owes me fifty bucks, which I’m going to spend at that new Little store in town. They have the best dinosaur stuff.” It surprised Elle that she was so open about being a Little. Then again, maybe it shouldn’t. Millie seemed very secure in who she was. And why wouldn’t she be when she was absolutely rocking it?

Millie pauses pressing her lips together. ‘Where would I even get one of those?’ ‘Where you get everything else … A****n!’ we all burst out laughing Millie is notorious for having packages sent to her at all hours of the day, her flat is basically an a****n show home, every gadget, decorative items you name it she has it. ‘Oh, nooooo I’m not that bad,’ she whines we all look at her before bursting out laughing she cracks a smile eventually. We all take a sip of our drinks before the conversations moves on.

Jackson teased back. Milli’s mother was a French mulatto from Louisiana Creole country, and her afro-like hair became fluffy in the bakery’s heat despite Milli’s attempts to pull it up in a bun. By the end of a shift, she could pull out the elastic stays and her hair would stand up almost straight for the first half-hour, earning her the nickname troll doll. That and her favorite pastime – trolling her bestie with practical jokes.

It was time for me to go meet Millie for lunch. I arrived fifteen minutes before we agreed to meet, and Millie was already there at a table. She was just like Shane, she always seemed to be early for everything. I sat down and the waitress quickly came over to ask me what I would like to drink. I ordered a black coffee, and the waitress went to fetch it. “Hi Millie, I hope I did not keep you waiting long. I was at my office getting ready to return to work from vacation.” Millie smiled at me. “I only arrived a few minutes before you plus I was super early anyway. Here these keys are for you. The house is on Old Towne Drive. It is the big one right next to the cotton fields.” I could tell some

"What was that supposed to mean wondered Millie, and who was Georgie? She was probably some tanned stick insect, who liked to drape herself over men, her men. Millie stopped that thought, how could they ever be her men now. To prevent the tears, she took a deep breath and slipped quietly over the side of the boat. She knew the men were eating and sitting at the sea side of the boat, so she swam to the other side and taking a deep breath she made for the shore spending as much time as possible under the water. When she got to the beach she looked back at the boat she couldn't see anyone at this side. They must still be eating or having a drink. She ran up the beach grabbing her towel and dryi

I asked in a soft tone. Millie sighed heavily and she flashed me a look of pity. "I might be a healer but I can heal your emotional pains mummy. Look at you, your eyes are swollen from crying." I sighed heavily, I thought I had perfectly hidden that from that. I guess Millie was the kind of person that often noticed the littlest details.

I washed her hair with a gentle, protective reverence, my fingers lingering near the heavy, swollen mark on her neck, watching the water turn pink around us. When we finally got dressed, we bypassed the heavy, suffocating ceremonial attire. Millie chose a simple royal blue dress that fell a little below her shoulders, leaving the raw, distinct puncture marks on her collarbone completely visible to the world. She paired it with a pair of simple gold slippers and gold earrings, wristwatch and bracelet. She didn’t bother to wear anything on her neck because the bite was still fresh and in its healing process, also, she needed to lay it bare for every eyes to see.

said a rather tall and extremely pretty girl as she looked at Mila coldly. “It’s none of your business, Hallie! Quit being so nosy!” snapped Molly as she spoke on Mila’s behalf. Hallie was from Modow and her results were slightly lower than Mila’s. Since both the entertainment and specialist departments had joined this time around to compete, both she and Mila were competitors. After all, they would only send their best intern to join the entertainment department.

“My family needed money. I had no choice.” Lisa smiled awkwardly. Perhaps, if things hadn’t gone the way they did, would she have been in this young lady’s shoe too? Trying not to lower herself before the woman, she opened her bag, brought out a cheque book and signed it. Tearing it off, she offered it to the whimpering lady. “Here is a cheque of fifty million dollars. I am sure it will go a long way for your family. I have also prepared a passport and visa for you. My men will take you to the airport. You can go anywhere you want. Just make sure I don’t ever set my eyes on you. Ever. I don’t care what excuse you have to give to your family but I hope this stays off the media. You wouldn’t l

We had been having tea in the greenhouse which was in the garden. “Prettier than me,” I said. My mother called Millie ugly. She said Millie’s hair was disgusting looking with a very odd color. Millie had bright red hair like her mother’s and freckles all over her body. She was very beautiful. Even as a child, I could see that. She looked like her mother. Red hair, fair skin and petite built.