Novelas y relatos de Milo Sinister 2

But it was too late, the witches had sensed his intrusion and encircled him with sinister smiles. Morgrath stepped forward, her voice dripping with venom. "Foolish mortal," she hissed, her eyes blazing with rage. "How dare you trespass upon our sacred grounds? And how dare you keep meeting Seraphina?" Peter was scared but he refused to let them know that he was scared at all, "I didn't mean her any harm. Infect I love her." The three of them laughed, sending chills down Peter’s spine. "Love? We shall make you our prisoner, forever bound in this cursed realm for even thinking about such balderdash.”

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.

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.

I grabbed the file and ran. I ddn’t look back, didn’t breathe until I was outside, the wind hitting my face like ice. I knew too much now. And not enough. --- When I got home, the lights in my apartment were already on. I hadn’t left them that way. On my bed was another envelope. White this time and slipped neatly beneath the pillow like a secret waiting to be found. Inside: A flash drive. A note. And a single typed sentence: “Watch this alone and make sure to tell Sebastian nothing.” ---

“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.

I closed my eyes and the memories of that night played back in my mind like I was in a cinema but the difference was that I was watching my life on a screen. It was on a Tuesday morning and I had just finished scrubbing Gerald's bathroom floor when he walked in with his mistress. He tapped her ass and she giggled in response. I looked away and quickly made steps to walk out when he called me. “Mira”. My heartbeat was loud enough for the whole world to hear. I was scared for my life. His voice was terrifying for me,it was my biggest nightmare.

As Milo marched back to the main hall, muttering to himself, he froze halfway. His tablet, left on the coffee table, was glowing. He hadn’t touched it since this morning. He approached it slowly, picking it up. The screen displayed a new anonymous email. –You Looked Beautiful in the Mirror Today. Below it was an image. An image of Milo, standing in his bathroom, shirtless, brushing his teeth. It was obviously taken from outside the window. His blood ran cold. Behind him, Nolan’s voice cut the silence. “What is it?” Milo didn’t turn around. “I think…” he said, voice quiet and tight, “he’s been in my apartment.”