Mila 18 Author Novels & Stories

Stefan was happy to see his son smiling again. Mira came back home from her school. She went straight towards her room. She showered as fast as she could. Then she changed into a summer dress. Once she was ready, she went back downstairs. Her mother tried to stop her so she could eat something. But she refused. She ran straight towards the door.

“Mila… honey?” She hummed in response, already occupied with her drawing. “I wanted to ask you something, okay? Just a small question.” She nodded. “Last night… was Mo with you?” “No,” she said without looking up, dragging a purple crayon across the page. Jace’s stomach dropped. “Oh. Um… okay. Was Morgan with you? You know… like playing or talking to you before bed?” Mila shook her head. “No, Daddy. I was alone. I was just drawing in my book.” She looked up, unsure. “Did I do something wrong?”

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. -MILA- I stood in front of the full-length mirror inspecting my outfit of choice; a simple purple dress that sat about mid-thigh, I had teamed it with black heels.

From Mila. Especially from Logan. --- The next afternoon, I found Mila sitting in the park, her back straight, her hands clutched around a paper cup like it was the only thing anchoring her. When she looked up at me, her eyes were swollen, as if she hadn’t slept. “Mila,” I said softly, sliding onto the bench beside her. “What happened?” She didn’t answer right away. She reached into her bag, pulled out an envelope, and placed it on my lap.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

"Milo has never been with a woman for more than three months. They can't handle his…wild tastes in bed." "What do you mean?" Irina laughed. "Don't you know? Milo beats women and gets violent during sex. Can you handle that, whore? I bet you can't." She leaned close enough to spit in my face and said, "Milo needs a real woman. Not a fucking child like you." She shrugged her shoulders and looked around to see if anyone could hear us. "Plus, you're not his type. Milo dates mature models. Not little girls who are almost twenty years his junior with asses and huge boobs. He definitely doesn't like redheads, he likes blondes. I give him two weeks before he tosses you to the side."

My expression changed to match my feelings as I flashed his favorite obedient smile, then sauntered up to his business partners. I hoped he saw me as his good girl. "Hello, I'm Mila. Apologies that we haven't had a chance to meet." I extended my petite hand. As each of his colleagues shook politely, I could feel Mr. Williams scouting every movement like a hawk. Most of his partners were unable to deny their lustful attraction as they stared at my breasts and fit body. Mr. Williams was the jealous type so maybe this was bothering him.

"You coming here wasn't because of your mate taking a chosen mate. You ran off because you were scared that he didn’t want the pup!" "Enough!" Mila's voice silenced the chambers as she stepped inside. "Apologize to Emily immediately, Paul!" She roared. I hadn't seen Mila this angry in my life; her eyes switched gold, and as she came closer, her hands had already shifted into claws. "For what, little cousin?" He said, laughing. "For letting out the cold, hard truth?" Mila didn't say another word; she shifted midair and pounced, knocking Paul off his feet.

Please stay with me ❤️ About the repeated chapters from 69-77 had been edited with the right content. It was a technical issue. You can search my page on f b J. Romanzoo-Dark Romance Author, to contact easily. The following is the FREE chapter as a sincere apology from the bottom of my heart. ************ Luca My earlier question was answered right away when the front door swung open and Mila walked inside as if she were a queen, her arm linked with a young man’s, while his hand rested on her waist.

“I can see you’re hard right now. Don’t pretend you don’t want this too.” His jaw clenched. “Mila, you need to leave. Your mother—” “Mom’s not here,” I whispered, stepping even closer so my body brushed against his. “And I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m eighteen. I know exactly what I want.” My hand slid down his stomach, stopping just above his waistband. “Tell me you don’t want to touch me right here. Tell me you haven’t been thinking about how soaked I was for you.”