Chopper X Milky Novels & Stories

Mila had her face covered with a scarf and was wearing gloves and socks to ensure no glint of her skin was visible. "Verrucas," Mila muttered under her breath, and suddenly, warts appeared all over Chloe's skin. She started howling in pain, and it drew the attention of everyone around. Chloe started rushing downstairs, towards Arthur. A growl escaped Mila's mouth and she muttered, "Somnum" and Chloe fell unconscious instantly. She was on the fifth step from the bottom and she toppled down the remaining steps. Mila peaked from her hiding place, Arthur and all of his command were rushing towards Chloe, whose entire body was slowly getting covered in warts.

I took a deep breath mid-air and then summoned the strength from the full moon above me, stretching my body to its extreme. My claws found purchase around the chopper’s boiling hot machine gun. I could feel the burning metal sear into the skin of my paws. I did not let go, as much as it hurt. I used my momentum to climb up to the chopper and tear its door off with my bleeding paws. Once inside, I shifted back.

*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.

little girl: " how?? and why are you calling me milky?? " hayden: " see there is a window.. will jump from it and go.. and I called you milky.. because you are looking like that.. your skin color is pure like milky white... so I will call you milky" milky: "fine big friend... what if we again caught.. if anybody see us outside.. and it's too height(pointing to window) " hayden: " so we should be careful.. first I will jump and see if anyone is there.. then I will tell you.. "

"Enough." I roughly pushed open the toilet door and returned to the table. I grabbed the meat cleaver from the self-service area. My determination was firm. If justice was the price I had to pay for my second life, then I had the right to determine my steps completely. Wilky Milkya was dead. Right now, Arthemisya Zacceline has to live as I wanted. But before that, I will avenge Milky's death.

Alpha Dyelon said, not sparing another glance at the she-wolf who was glaring at Trixie who was talking and laughing with her friends. Half an hour later. The air strip’s POV: “Trixie where is your chopper at? I want to go ahead and get a good sit. All I see is the jet and a beat-up old fighter plane that looks like they’re stripping for parts. I bet they're making a lot of money too.” Mina said, looking around. Trixie laughed, shaking her head. “Mina, that’s it over there; that’s my baby isn’t he fine as hell?” Trixie said with pride. “Where? I know damn while you not talking about the plane they stripping for part. I know you fucking lying; who the fuck is getting on that shit? Not me; and

Their presence reminds me about the reality that maybe I have ground under my feet, the sky above my head yet I am not free to walk on the ground, not to see the open sky as I please. After releasing a heavy sigh I sit on the stool which was on the terrace, the terrace is beautiful with the garden-like theme with plants pots around the boundaries, a swing, a small swimming pool before the swing. a Small hut-like structure above the seating chairs set-up. I wait there silently enjoying cold air, caressing my panicked soul. Soon silent environment broke down in bustling air, the roaring of the chopper's fan tearing air around it. I looked at the height where the chopper safely landed on the he

Names that connect but don't overlap directly, transactions that move through different channels but always circle back to the same core groups, the same families, the same networks, and somewhere in all of that, there's something bigger, something important enough that people are willing to do this just to get their hands on it. And me? I'm part of that. Not by choice. But by design. “That's why you're still breathing,” I murmur under my breath, the realization settling in deeper, heavier, but also… steadier. One of them looks over at me, growing slightly. “What did you say?” I lift my head slightly, meeting his gaze, letting a small, almost knowing expression settle on my face. “I said,” I

she explained to Mila that she could easily make more, whenever Mila felt she needed it, and by how quickly Mila finished her drink, it was obvious that it was going to be needed. We left Damon and Mila to it, and carried on with our journey. “What was that extra ingredient you put in Mila’s drink?” she chuckled at my curiosity, I guess I must have sounded a little worried, “don’t worry, it was just Chamomile. It helps with a lot of different things, it should also help her relax and get a little sleep which it looked like they both would benefit from”. We kept on walking a little while, until we reached a small cottage near the river. “Chris… where are we?” she asked. I looked at her nervou

She responded and energy was emitted from the cave as the invisible shield went up. Going airborne, I levitated in the sky in front of the magical barrier. Chippy jumped from my shoulder and as he fell his small body expanded into supersize like King Kong. Then he shimmered into a translucent brown spiritual silhouette of himself. Merging with him, I embedded myself into the center of his spirit and together we confronted the approaching choppers. We moved as one entity. A hand clap sent a derecho that caused the choppers to swivel, unable to proceed. Our windy clapping continued until we had the helicopters swirling near to the open terrain.