Kickin It Milton Novels & Stories

I looked over at the dance floor, packed with sweating bodies and more spilling out onto the deck at the back. “We do all right.” “No love for me? Screw you Winston, I’m never sending you a dick pic again.” Milo sat down next to me as Winston barked out a rough laugh. “You just want access to my neck.” Winston placed a glass in front of Milo and grinned at him. “Maybe when I’m desperate but only if you shave first. I like them clean shaven.” I spat out my scotch as I laughed at Milo. “Shit Milo, I forgot what you’re like.” Winston was wiping tears from his eyes.

The locker room was chaos. The low hum of the dryers, the thud of skates on concrete, the metallic clink of sticks against the bench, it was all noise, familiar and sharp.That's what I needed. “Can’t believe you’re back, man,” Milo said, snapping his gum as he laced up beside me. “Dan’s been pacing all week like his wife’s in labor.” “Yeah, the legend returns,” Jake added, grinning. “Try not to dislocate something this time, huh?”

"Oh god! You're... you're so thick! Miller! Stop... no, keep going! Ohhh!" "I'm going to stretch you so wide you'll never be the same, Quill," Miller hissed. He drove the rest of the way in, burying himself to the hilt. The sound of his pelvis hitting her ass was like a gunshot in the quiet moments of the locker room. SLAP. "There. Now the party really starts."

Clean, sharp, unstoppable. The horn blared. The bench erupted again. Milo grinned despite himself as he turned and skated back down the ice. They weren’t going to break him. Not tonight. Then the final challenge came. Late in the second period the Vultures’ enforcer finally stepped over the boards. Milo saw him coming before the announcer even called the line change. Branick was a tank on skates, all muscle and malice, and his eyes were locked on Milo like a predator tracking prey.

Mary, now disheveled and furious, screamed, "You think just because you’ve hooked up with Mr. Lee, you can get away with this? I underestimated you! Old Milton, why are you standing there? Hit her back!" Hit back? Jackson raised his hand, but before he could land a blow, he was suddenly kicked to the ground with a force that knocked him out of balance. He collapsed, unable to move, as pain shot through his body.

"If you were really joking, why would Harriet say that? She will not lie!" "It's alright," Delbert interjected before taking Harriet's hand. "Grandpa, we're going back." As Delbert's car departed from the manor, Milton continued to stare at Kenny, who stood under the tree. "You brat, come up here!" After Kenny ascended the stairs and entered Milton's room, a resounding crack echoed through the air as the crutch struck him hard on the back. "You wretch! How dare you bully Delbert!" Milton's eyes blazed with anger as he admonished Kenny.

Jamie tried to apply pressure on the wound to stop the flow of blood however she too was hit. "Jamie," Milton groaned on the floor. "Pathetic," Jake hissed before he picked him off the floor "You wanna play hero, huh? Well, yours will be tragic." "You're a worthless piece of shit...undeserving to be called a man." Milton muttered "How could you be so disgusting?" Jake landed a punch on his face and Milton stumbled backwards, his left arm dangling in pain. He returned the punch and destroyed Jake's nose. Jamie who was writhing in pains on the floor managed to pick herself back up. Milton grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the room. Together they ran towards the living room in order to ge

Mr Milton's deep voice resonates, he hates being disobeyed too. Britney squeezes on her sit, she throws a deadly glare at Daisy. "Dad, let it be I'll sit here" Daisy doesn't wish to bring complications. A lot more has been going on now because of her. "See, she doesn't have a problem with me sitting here so you shouldn't too" Britney couldn't wait for him to give in. "Get off that seat before I lose my temper on you" Mr Milton groans warning. Britney quickly stands up and walks to where Daisy is, she bumps her shoulder on her and takes her seat.

I kept on watching, making sure he didn't notice me. He kept his head down, but his eyes flicked around, cautious. Studying. Memorizing. Too aware. And then, it happened…. Some idiot — Milo, of course it's always Milo — bumped into him on purpose. Milo is a brute with more muscle than brain and less self-control than a rabid wolf. He lives to pick on new students. Declan stiffened, tray wobbling in his grip. Milo didn’t stop there. He slammed his hand down on the table beside Declan, leaning close, smirking. “Watch where you go, rookie. This isn’t your mommy’s kitchen.”

-Lindy Oh I'm waiting for it baby ;) -Mill Gotta get back to class. Love you. -Lindy Love you more babe. See you tonight. -Mill Tonight? -Lindy You don't want to? :( -Mill Of course I do. But how? -Lindy You'll see baby. You should trust Milo Beckett. -Mill