Team Umizoomi: Milli Novels & Stories

“I am Millie, the Beta of the Still Moon Pack. Thanks for lending a hand.” The petite female from before came forward, as my mate had no intention of continuing to entertain me. She was feisty, and I enjoyed it. “This is Miles, the pack’s delta and top enforcer.” I nodded at Miles. A thoughtful expression lingered on his face. He seemed lost in deep contemplation. “You must be tired from your trip. Let’s get you guys settled in the pack, then we can discuss later,” Millie said. She turned to hold hands with my mate, leading the way to their pack house, and a fresh wave of jealousy and possessiveness overwhelmed me.

Only if it wasn’t urgent to go. */ "Zee. Make sure to pick him on time. Take Mills when you go to pick Jag. Take them to park. Buy them ice cream okay! Let them play their heart till they get exhaust and fall asleep. Wake Jag by 5.30am in the morning sharp. Give him warm bath. And don’t forget to give him milk at night okay? He loves chocolate milk and Mills like Strawberry flavor. And read him the story and…"

Mila asked Jo. She hadn’t even thought about who she wanted on her team because she’d just assumed it would be her and Zane with the other people she’d named, but she hadn’t said that aloud, had she. “Oh, uh, Zane,” she said, as if it was not a big deal. “Right.” Mila’s mouth pulled up slightly on one side, like she had a secret. “You guys divvy up everyone else. My team is set. Any other questions?”

Selena asked. Milli's eyes twinkled with mischief as she leant in closer to Selena, as if she were about to tell her something juicy. "Well, I'd say they're fine since they almost got into a fight over the last piece of pizza." Selena couldn't help but laugh when she thought about her two friends playing tug-of-war with pizza. "It seems like they healed up fine." "Oh, absolutely," Milli said with a wink. "They go together like peas in a pod and are ready to take over the world, or at least the fridge."

she asked, her mind spinning as Millie drew a piece of clothing out of her bag. “Yep, Nowhere. That’s where I’m from. That’s where we’re going. My friends usually come here, but they’re getting pretty old. I don’t tell them that, though. Reverend Pat gets upset.” She was so confused. “I made you this.” She held out a bright pink T-shirt with a picture of a sloth on the front. “Drake said you liked sloths and Gomez said you like bright colors.” Millie gave her a curious look as she took her creation. Yeah, she understood that look since she was wearing one of Saber’s black T-shirts today and Slowly was hidden under the covers.

Zada said, gesturing to Emily. "I know Emily. I have seen her before." "Aww, you remember me." Emily replied, her lips twitching into a smile as she played along with Mila's cheerful interrogation. As the introductions continued around the table, Mila's curiosity seemed insatiable. She bombarded the group with questions about their favourite colours, animals, and even their shoe sizes. When it was Zahir's turn, Mila regarded him with wide, innocent eyes. "And who are you?" Zahir leaned back in his chair, adopting a casual posture.

good luck surviving us Milo’s throat tightened, fingers clenching around the phone. But an email popped in. Jessica - Crestwick Stormriders Hi Milo, I hope you don’t mind me reaching out so quickly. Welcome to the team. We’re really looking forward to having you on board. I’d love to meet up today if you’re still in Detroit. If we don’t get a chance to speak, Mr. Belmont asked me to send you the attached tickets. The rest of the team is flying back to Crestwick today and he thought you might like to come, if Blackmoor release you quickly. They’re fully flexible, so let me know if I should move the date.

The university hallway felt three miles long when you were trying to be invisible. Milo clutched his bag to his chest, the heavy canvas acting as a shield against the eyes he felt boring into him. He could hear them before he saw them. Miller and his group of friends—guys who spent more time in the gym than the library and seemed to have a personal vendetta against anything they couldn't understand.

I won, and Milo took second, making him the Gamma. We arrive at the East Moonrise Pack just outside of Tel Aviv, Israel. It’s the only pack in the entire country, and the Alpha was more than happy to host us for the next week. Milo is managing everything back at home. This pack is small and humble, but again, Bronson is never opposed to making allies. We knock on the door of the packhouse, and the door is opened by a land siren; the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.