Mila 18 Author Novels & Stories

I've seen beaten dogs who shake less. "Come on, Madison," Mila says, her tone gentler than normal. "Sasha is upstairs." She's here to see Sasha? Intrigued, I remain where I am on the stairs as the pair get closer. Mila sees me, her eyes going from wide to narrow. Madison, who has been pressing close to Mila like she's a source of comfort, stops short at the sight of me. The young woman can't be older than eighteen. Her face, unlike her thin body, has the roundness of youth.

Down the hall, the sounds crested, then faded into that loose, tangled quiet that only came after the kind of contact you didn’t have words for yet. Eventually, their door shut more firmly. Footsteps padded back toward the main space. Mila appeared, adjusting the hem of an oversized T‑shirt that absolutely wasn’t hers, hair a wreck, cheeks flushed. She froze when she saw me awake. “We’re adults,” I said before she could start explaining. “In a war zone. You don’t owe me an apology for not sleeping alone.” Her shoulders dropped a fraction. “Still feels like having sex in the command tent,” she muttered. “Bad form.”

Warning: Hope you like anti heroes, if not then this stories is not for you. It’s not an everyday romance. This book is Dark with explicit content for mature audiences (18+) It may contain sensitive material that many of readers might not be comfortable with. Please take the warning seriously and proceed accordingly. Synopsis Mila (Carmella) I ran away. I did it. I ran away. Left everything I knew since the time I was born so I could just live my life without the future that promised hell on earth. Now all I have to do was hide so no-one from back home finds me.

She looked at Liam confusedly at his incomplete question. "You are different Mila, I felt you were a different person when you were in the hall earlier," Liam said, he slowed down and they both walked under the large tree that shaded above them, in the soft moonlight. "Did you plan all that long ago?" "No, of course not. I couldn't have planned it all. I repeatedly refused you to attend the hall, remember?” Mila reminded Liam. "Who knows…" Mila pondered for a moment to feel the urge inside her, the strange urge that allowed her to stand on the throne and so daring to provoke the elders so openly, even giving advice to Liam and encouraging him to permit what she wanted. Did it all make sense?

Mila hurriedly nodded. “Ahhh? She is Mila? Godbrother’s girlfriend?” That girl also ran over to Mila immediately. She was biting her lip out of curiosity as she looked Mila up and down. She looked like she was about eighteen years old. She was very adorable and she was also quite beautiful. “My name is Melinda. Hello, Mila!” Melinda said as she shook hands with Mila. It seemed as though the both of them had a pretty good impression of each other.

About the Author Nethaniah Miesha (Author's pen name) is an eighteen year old college student who's been fond of written literature and novels since her childhood. Even though she's been a fan of writing stories, she couldn't find the motivation to finish a story until 'What is Love?'. She believes that her writing has a purpose and that she's writing for a reason.

CONGRATULATIONS! ☆ the book is super amazing fell in love with the synopsis and the content inside is just as good great work author can't wait to read more (melissa)☆ melissa is also an author! Please read their book 'the Alpha's Phoenix Mate' on GoodNovel app and give some love to her book and other works on her page.! ◇Kaira is an interesting character, i won't spoil you the story but lets just say that someone need to pay for what they did to her and her b***es { COMMENTARY} Awesome job, Milagros faiyth can't wait for more.◇

Mila snorted, "Oh, yes, that's him indeed. He’s always sending his minions to try to recruit me into his harem. After the last one, I told him that his next messenger had better be a pretty girl, or I wasn’t listening." "I’m not one of his minions," Jessa replied with a sweet smile. Mila braided her fingers together. "Then to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, little girl?" "You sound like a woman with a spectacular singing voice." Mila's smile grew wider. "Go on, you silver-tongued girl." "I was hoping you’d honour us all with a song tonight." Jessa reached for the threads of Mila’s mind. Something emotional. Something deep."

Charisa had already rolled her eyes lazily. "I'm not talking about that, how silly you are!!” Yuta almost stabbed the head of a Charisa Hemingway, “What have you not done it yet? What does the young master Hemingway do? Don't tell me you're still a virgin?” "What does he discuss?” asked Charisa to Anna, she was in front of her, Charisa had been dizzy about Yuta’s unclear topic.

I blurted. "I admire your work ethic, honestly inspiring." "I can be as lazy as a sloth too, but don't tell it to anyone" I winked. We continued chatting for a bit long where I learnt that Mila was born and brought up here and is currently in her senior year in university. She also has an elder brother, well stepbrother to be more exact, who according to her was a waste of space. We clicked some pictures through our meal and I posted them in my profile by adding her and with a caption :