Milo Sinister 2 Novels & Stories

Terror shot through me like a bullet "Milo, stop! You are going to…" But he had already turned back to Millen. What followed suit wasn't a fight. It was an execution. Milo moved like liquid lightning, faster than anything I'd ever seen. One time he was far from millen. The next his jaws was closing down on Millen's fore arm, and tore. A scream that was not a scream filled the air. But milo was not done, his extra sharp teeths that was now dripping with saliva found her hind legs, the sickening sound of bones shattering echoed, followed by her painful howls.

I'll be behind you" ************************************* MILA'S POV It was really strange, It had been 12 days at Mr McCarter's place and he hadn't even bothered to come see the person whom he would supposedly marry. I felt very unimportant and unwanted, but at the same time, it was peaceful for me. In a very long while, peace was all I felt until my phone rang and I heard the news that shattered all the pieces of peace I had left inside me, as I crumbled to the ground and wailed. I Just Lost My Dad.

Roman fought like a man possessed, his movements precise and brutal, dropping one wolf after another, but they kept getting back up like pain meant nothing to them. “Milo!” I shouted. He was already digging something out of his coat — a small glass vial glowing faintly blue. He smashed it on the ground, and a wave of sharp, metallic scent hit the air. The wolves recoiled instantly, snarling, their eyes flaring brighter. “Won’t hold ‘em long!” Milo yelled. The child-thing’s face twisted into something monstrous, all teeth and black eyes. “You shouldn’t have come.” Roman didn’t hesitate. He closed the distance in two strides and drove his blade straight into its chest.

This chick was wife number two—the first one croaked, leaving behind a 22-year-old daughter who's now stuck with step-mommy dearest. But fuck it, I saw an opportunity, and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers. I decided right then and there that I was gonna get my hands on both the MILF and the stepdaughter. If I played my cards right, I could turn them into my own personal fucking ATM. I was gonna milk them dry, and they wouldn't even know what hit 'em.

Celestine couldn't even see his face. Lifting her bag, Celestine got ready to face that person first. Celestine's heart skipped a beat, "Hiakk-Lily?!" Celestine and the figure were both surprised, the figure was none other than Lilyana with her extremely hideous appearance. "Hi, Cele ...." Celestine couldn't believe it, "Lily, what's going on? Why are you here?" How come? Compared to other places, currently the Sterne mansion was the safest place for Lilyana. And now, Lilyana stood before her with an all-black appearance, her gaze looking blank.

Nicholas defends. “What flashes through your mind before you get a panic attack?” “Nothing” “Nothing?” “Yes, absolutely nothing” “Think again Nick. It could be the cameras flashing, or the crowds yelling. it could be anything, just tell me what you see” Nick doesn’t say a word and just stares at the direction of her window. It was like the answers were written there but he couldn’t bring himself to speak the words. His expression had switched from non-challant to fear as there was something different about his green eyes. It held horror in them.

Not even a glance. But the damage was already done. The moment I saw him, I was sure of two things. One was that Sebastian Whitlock wasn’t just powerful. He was lethal. And two no amount of rules could save me now. --- By noon, I still hadn’t stopped replaying it. The voice. The stare. The way he said “Miss Monroe” like he was tasting it. It was stupid. He probably didn’t remember me. Hell, I actually hoped he didn’t. “Eyes up, rookie,” supervisor Anderson grunted, snapping me back to my reality. “We’re going into a client pitch. Don’t speak. Don’t even think about blinking.”

The door flies open and two Silver Hunters stare at me through their helmets. “Looks like we missed one,” the first one–a man–says. He advances on me, but the other Silver Hunter throws an arm across his chest. “It’s her,” she says. “The one from the courtyard.” The man hesitates, and I see the fear in both their eyes. I raise my chin, my confidence growing. When they attack, I’m more than ready for them. The man comes at me with his sword raised, but I duck it and kick him in the stomach. He doubles over, and I deliver a blow to his face with my fist.

As the microwave hummed and the glass plate spun in a culinary dance, she couldn’t resist pouring herself a tall glass of Sprite to accompany her feast. As she waited for her food to be ready, Vinnie glanced out the window. The sun hung high in the sky, mercilessly radiating its scorching rays upon the world below. Once again, her mind drifted to her meeting with Mr Doyle, and the pang that rose in her chest this time was a lot worse than earlier. She hadn’t mentioned anything about Mr. Doyle and his peculiar request for a mistress to Maya. Keeping secrets from her best friend felt anything but nice or righteous, but how on earth could she break the news without triggering a full-blown meltd

“The average person wouldn’t even be able to find the place. That’s how secure it is. Fortunately for us, we aren’t average.” “Can you get me in, then?” I asked impatiently. “Yes, I can. As the guest of an acquaintance, Peter Orlando. You have one shot at this, Mila. Don’t fuck it up.” “I won’t,” I swore just before the line went dead. This wasn’t just a regular job for me. Helen’s life was on the line. The stakes were too high. I couldn’t afford to fuck this up.