Novel & Cerita Mila 18 Author

“That monster’s gonna rip me apart.” He scoffed, annoyed, but grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and tossed it at me. “Prep your slutty hole. Don’t keep me waiting.” I fumbled with the bottle, hands shaking as I poured lube onto my fingers. My eyes squeezed shut as I pushed two fingers into my ass, stretching myself, biting back a moan. Fuck, this was humiliating, and his piercing stare made it worse. “Too fucking slow,” Milo growled, yanking me into his lap. He pinned my wrists behind my back, his free hand shoving three fingers into my hole without warning. I gasped, toes curling, tears stinging as he pumped them deep, curling just right.

A boy on a robe with blond curly hair, standing in the middle of the crowd, glaring. I am not afraid of some flimsy boy, I thought to myself. I let my bored eyes stared back at him as I crossed my arms. We were having a staring competition, and good thing I played this game plenty of times with my sisters, so there was no doubt I would win over this little man. And then unexpectedly, he smiled, and for the first time, I, Mathilda, the great and the trickster, lose.

Lily asked curiously, and Mila flinched a little. “Can you give me a warning before you speak? Heavens! I thought you were asleep.” Mila uttered in a soft tone and moved away from her wardrobe. “She is going to work. She works in a club, as a stripper.” Mila added. “For real? It's obvious!” Lillian found herself voicing out. “What's obvious?” Mila inquired in an arched brow. “She is always acting catty. You need to see the face she held when she welcomed me earlier.” Lillian muttered and Mila chuckled.

Author's Pov Mila paced around the room, her heels clacking furiously against the floor. Jenna was staring at her, and not saying a word like usual. “That bitch! That crazy bitch!” Mila muttered, biting her nails, “How dare she do this to me? How dare she?!” “Mistress, your sister…”

Then muttering something under her breath, she walked around the room seven times. “What is that?” Arthur asked, once she came back and had a sip of water. The food tray also brought them a jug of water. “Fortifications against your dark power,” Mila informed carelessly. “I would like to sleep peacefully and not worry about someone killing you during the night.” “Just me…?” Arthur asked with raised eyebrows. “I don’t care about me…” Mila smiled. “And about that lying,” she heaved a sigh, “I have read a lot of books Arthur, a lot of books. Love stories have always been my favourites. And I am sure, quite sure, that I don’t like you.”

CHAPTER ONE 15th May 2021 MILA'S POV I stood in front of the chapel in which MacCarter was about to be wed. It had been 5 long and hard years, but I was back to recover all that I lost or rather, what was stolen from me. I was no longer that weak 18 year old girl, fresh out of high school, without a Mom or a healthy father. I turned out to be strong and bold. I had to be because life had given me a lot more reasons to be.

Mila just followed her instincts to follow the moonlight above her which sometimes shone shyly because it was covered by gray clouds. About ten minutes Mila walked and started to get tired. A gust of wind blew around her, blowing away the dry leaves and fallen tree branches around her feet. Mila's body started to shiver as the wind blew very hard around her. A light shirt and jeans couldn't keep her warm from the fierce cold autumn wind. Mila's lips curled coldly. The red hue on the surface of her lips slowly faded to pale. Mila decided to find a place to rest. She walked north, following her crummy instincts. Her shoes stepped on the pool of yellow leaves that fell on the ground. A soft cra

Charlotte Hayes’ POV My mind was racing with questions. But I can't be afraid in front of this man. "Who knows?" I said, still smiling. I chuckled, causing Luca to smile slightly. He looked at me for a split second before bowing and said elegantly, "Well then. Milady, follow me." We were walking down the spacious hallways, greeted by various paintings as we passed.

Before I could spit out a response, Enzo snarled from his knees, “We will never submit to you, Mila. This is insanity. Surely you can’t actually believe in this sort of nonsense.” Mila let out a silky laugh. “Spirited words… but empty threats,” she said. “Refuse my challenge tomorrow, and I’ll simply execute both Nina and the child and take what I want anyway.” She swept toward the cell door, her emerald gown hissing over the floor. The long train made her look sickeningly snakelike. “I’ll give you tonight to whisper your pathetic goodbyes,” she said, pausing at the door. “At dawn, I’ll return for you. Be prepared for your bloody battle.”

She was a loyal slave to Aunt Claire, always at her beck and call, doing the dirty work for her and of course sharing gossips. When Emilia was fifteen years old, she and Julia happened to be attending the same high school, those were the worst days of her teenage years. Julia and Emilia were of the same age and so they were in the same class. Julia loved to be the center of attention, she still does. But she knew that Emilia was prettier and curvier so she would regularly do anything to humiliate her in front of the whole school.