Disney Atlantis: Milo Novels & Stories

she asked, knowing only Milo had those skills. As if by majik, Milo appeared at their sides. "I can, but for a price," he decided, rubbing his chin. "Miaka, you will become my slave for a week if I do this." "Please do it, Please?" Anna begged and Miaka nodded. "Fine... how bad can it be?" It turned out the answer to that question was bad... very bad indeed. Milo seemed like a kind, angelic teen on the surface, but deep down he was a complete menace.

Amara turned, eyes narrowing. Milo Nero. Tall, white-haired, dressed in a dark burgundy suit like a vampire king. His eyes were black holes. “You must be the prodigal daughter,” he said, stepping closer. “I’ve waited a long time to meet the girl who turned Sicily inside out.” Amara stepped forward, shielding Isabel behind her. “You’re done,” she said. “Granada’s no longer yours.” Milo laughed. “Oh, niña. You really think this ends with me?”

Wanda is enthralled by all that she sees. “Why is your picture not here?” She asks, furrowing her eyebrows. It is the cutest thing Milos has ever seen, and he wants to kiss away that frown. He actually wants to do a whole lot of other things to her. He wants to kiss those lips until they swell with pleasure. He wants to…………………… “Milos?” He catches himself, clears his throat, and says “When I become the next Alpha, my picture will appear here.” With you right beside me. Soon.

She took off running. *Ohh yeah! Come get it big boy,* Mila yelled. *Can you talk to him, you know while we’re like this,” I asked. *Nah, but he’s a supreme being. I mean he’ll understand a lot,* she said, thrusting faster ahead. Mila looked around and flicked her tail as if she was daring him to find us. I shook my head. I took the moment of quiet to attempt to process all this. We had a second chance mate, and it was Prince Damien!! Would I get to be a princess after all? I so desperately wanted it to be him but I never in a million years thought it could happen.

Phoebe, having finally caught her breath, inched closer and whispered in Mila's ear, "Mila, are you in love with him or what? He's Nathan Morrison from the Norvanian military and a Defense General." Mila exhaled softly. Masking her real feelings, she denied, "I don't love him." "That's good to hear. You almost gave me a scare." Phoebe patted herself on the chest. "What would we do if you fell for him?" "Let's go." Mila marched away with tears in her eyes. … A car cruised down the wide street. Summer had begun, but the interior of the car felt cold. A tense air hung in the enclosed space.

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.

Milo understands what he's talking about. "Well, she's really fortunate that you're there to save her in time. Imagine, you just happen to be on the same street before it happens! Ha! It's called destiny!" Milo laughs so hard that he's really having a time of his life. Hariel looks at him like he's gone mad. He's wondering if Milo can get Jellyfish disease even if he's on land.

Adrian Milo stood there, my father’s old assistant, holding a carton of wine bottles at his feet. The realization hit me. I had completely forgotten I had instructed him to stock the lake house. But even as relief started to creep in, something else made me pause. Milo was uneasy. Too uneasy for something as simple as a delivery. "Master," he said, bowing his head in deference, recognizing not just my power, but who I was — his Sire, his Lord.

The air outside was cool, the sky pale and cloudless, but it didn’t clear his head. Black Salt High was already buzzing when he arrived. The usual noise filled the halls—backpacks slamming shut, locker doors creaking, people pretending they cared about anything other than surviving another day. Atlas navigated through it mechanically, heading to his locker. Milo was at his usual post by the vending machines, chatting with anyone who’d give him attention. Wren passed him with her headphones blaring, eyes forward like she was ready to pick a fight if anyone got in her way.

"That's right. You, curly man, don't look down on other people's things. No matter how much it costs, you should be responsible! So that you know, this phone is the only thing my mother left behind!" "Excuse me, Fierce Lady. I have a name. Earl Zerikyu. And I'm just a student, not a millionaire. But, if you give me time, I'll pay it back in installments, even if it takes a hundred years. I'm a responsible man!" said Zerikyu, patting his chest. Tiger smiled. "Your name is Milky, right? I saw your resume on the list of additional workers today. Well, I'll transfer 500 pounds sterling to the account you listed on your resume. Consider it employment insurance."