Yvonne Miller Novels & Stories

“I raised her when her mother passed.” I looked at her for a moment, her eyes holding more pain than she would have wanted to show. “The maid who told Giovanni what happened to her,” she said quietly. “Her name is Miri. She’s new. Too eager to please the wrong man. I believe this would enough information for you to get what you want.” I nodded slowly. “Thank you.” She looked down at Lysandra with sorrow. “She used to be proud. Fierce. Like her mother. She used to be willing to fight, to stand. She is not weak. I know what I raised. And I know who I raised.”

There must have been something about her past that she didn’t want to recall. Zachary scratched his head. “To be honest, I’m pretty confused about this matter too! Back then, your grandmother, Yvonne Wilmer, was a showgirl in Michigan. However, her true identity was a secret agent. After some time, she seemed to have failed her mission and was abandoned. The Divine Constabulary’s president then caught her! I don’t know what happened after that. Somehow, Yvonne and the president ended up together. She became one of his concubines, but she was also the woman the president loved the most.

I said as Stefano scrambled onto Max’s back as he spun, “Although at least if we have to go to the ER, I might get to see Milly. I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Now twenty-seven, Milly had fine-tuned her powers and was the best Doctor we had. She could heal any wound without breaking a sweat. We’d hardly lost any soldiers to injuries in years. “She is continually working,” Max said, “The woman never rests.” “Well, tell her the Luna has ordered her to take a day off soon and meet me for a coffee. I miss her.” “Will do,” he said as Madeleine joined the ‘climb Maxy’ game.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

Slipping on my black heels, I stand in front of the mirror just as Lily knocks before walking into my room. “Drake is a lucky man, Katie,” she says. Laughing, I thank her for the vote of confidence. I want to enjoy my evening and perhaps some after drinks back here would wrap out the evening nicely. “Katie, do you find something off with Louise?” Lily asks. Looking at her I pause and go to sit down beside her, “What do you mean?”.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

mumbled Andrew West wearily as if he had received his hundredth call from the media that day. Becky cleared her throat softly, "Mr. West, I'm Rebecca Beckett, I don't know if you remember me or not, but I was the last woman to work for Mr.Miller," she tried to soften the word 'slavery' because she felt it was too harsh. "Ms. Beckett, yeah I remember making a note on your behalf a while back. What can I do for you? Aren't you watching the news? The media is starting to talk about James and you," Andrew West said quickly as if he had been expecting a call from her.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.