Yvonne Miller Novels & Stories

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!”

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

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?”.

Yves says with a grin and Catherine was glad that her mom’s friend has an open mind. “Might want to go inside then?” Ms. Yves asked and Catherine shook her head. “I’ll distract them from practicing. I’ll just watch from time to time.” Catherine didn’t really want to make a ruckus but she does enjoy seeing Lyra blush. Catherine finds it cute and at the same time entertaining. “Okay then.” Ms. Yves said with a smile and left for a while. Brittany saw Catherine outside and after Ms. Yves left, she went outside to greet Catherine.

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..."

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.