Kickin It Milton Novels & Stories

She smiled. Delmont nodded. "Inform our staff in Italy to send a private jet to pick them up. Vincent should stay in our building in London until further instructions are given. Since Vincent needs straightening, nobody would be better than someone in Carter's family to tame him and make him a better person," He ordered Diego. Grace looked at him. "Do you want him to get married?" She asked him. Delmont nodded. "Yes. The council has chosen Mila Carter," he replied. Grace's face beamed. She heard how smart and well-trained Mila Carter was and she had witnessed her behavior the few times they had met.

Reaper “I am going back to him.” Mila had announced. As soon as her words crashed into the room, sverything seemed to freeze. Then Justin blew up, “No way in hell you are!” He swiped his arm across a table, sending a bottle of Jack and a couple of glasses flying. They smashed on the floor, glass scattering.

he had head on taunted Zeneca making my enemies- majorly disgruntled suitors and jealous freaks among the crowd, crack up laughing and cheering at Micalo’s response. “SAYS THE ONE WITH A THROBBING CL*T,” Zeneca snapped back and that’s when the mighty kick of my leg landed straight in his jaw, flinging off his face, painfully in the opposite direction. I am sure the high resolution, huge monitors around the arena showed his spit and blood flying off in air too.

Under Mr. Patton Senior's orders, a notice was posted outside the Patton residence gate. Clear and bold, it read, "Milton and dogs not allowed inside." In my memory, Milton had never looked so humbled–he begged the security guards in a low voice just for a chance to see me. From inside the courtyard, Oliver kicked a soccer ball straight at his head in an effort to stand up for me. Blood trickled from Milton's temple, but Mr. Patton Senior merely scoffed beside him.

His smirk falters, just a flicker, but it’s enough to give me satisfaction. “Who’s gonna believe you, huh?” he shoots back, his tone sharper now. “It’s your word against mine. Everyone already thinks you’re pathetic—some joke. A slut who kisses her best friend behind a fucking gym. You think anyone gives a shit if you cry to the authorities?” Millie steps forward, her green eyes blazing with anger. “Watch your fucking mouth,” she growls, her voice low and dangerous. Ryle laughs nervously, shifting slightly under her glare. “Oh, what are you gonna do? Throw a basketball at me? Go ahead. Prove to everyone how violent your little dyke ass can be.”

"I will teach Maliyah Montoya from Esterden Village how to cure his acupuncture technique. She will then administer the needles to your son. However, if you invade Esterden Village, your son will forever be a useless person!" Milton gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Do you believe that I don't care about my son's situation? I will kill you right now!" "It seems that you didn't pay any attention to what I said before. If you want to be crushed and destroyed, go ahead. However, you don't have the ability to do so." Milton had never been belittled like this before, and his eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty intent. He raised his dagger and stabbed towards Zoey.

Ariadne’s eyes were glazed over until a familiar name caught her attention. "Milton Group..." Her heart skipped a beat as she straightened in her seat, gripping the remote tighter. The screen cut to footage of the Milton Group's towering headquarters, followed by an image of Gideon Milton, standing confidently behind a podium. The anchor’s voice continued, clear and unyielding:

he fired at Aurelio and without wasting time, Aurelio sent the baseball bat with all Force to his chest “Urrrgh!” Micha groaned aloud “He wants to know why you were at the hospital! He wants to know your weak point” Milton said immediately already getting tired Aurelio turned to him “Weak point” he clicks his tongue with a low laugh “Yes, so he could know where he would start from” Milton added “How! Why! I’d tell boss you were the one who spoke up” Micha managed to say “You won’t even be leaving here alive!” Aurelio replied and took out his gun pointing it directly at Milton’s head.

The Paladins and Kerra followed him. The Shaman attacked the shields with his magic, and Milton used more mana. Drax followed the Paladins, leaving Milton alone. His mana was getting low, but he kept the shield up. More black fire hit Milton’s spell, and he could feel the evil coming from it. When a big black ball hit the shield, Milton took a few steps backward. His back hit a wall, and a grunt of pain escaped his lips. “Get that fire ass inside here!” Eluvene yelled from the door frame.

I cried out. "Sofia!" His flaming gaze met mine again. But Milton was quick to break it as he delivered a kick to move Adrian out of his way. But he was fast to avoid it. Right after that as Milton raised his gun at him, he grabbed his wrist and twisted it back, tearing a hiss from that bastard's mouth. And after that as Milton tried to push him away, Adrian slammed him on the stairs. His eyes were full of menace and fury as he looked into his eyes, taking a hold of Milton's right hand.