Mila 18 Author Novels & Stories

“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.”

"Let them be." Mila nodded. She had been holding her notebook. She looked at it. "I have seventeen questions about what happened today," she said. "But Gracie told me to save them for tomorrow." "Gracie is right," I said. "I know," Mila said. "I'm saving them." She looked at the notebook. "I've numbered them in order of importance." "Of course you have," I said. She looked at me for a moment. Then she did something she had not done before, which was step forward and put her arms around my waist and hold on, briefly and fiercely, the way children held on when they had been frightened and were relieved and had no other way to say it.

Chapter 3: Myla Five Years Later In a bustling restaurant, a woman sat alone in the corner, her presence commanding attention. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, swept the room, and her beauty was undeniable. Despite the soft elegance she exuded, there was something fiercely determined about her—something that made her seem unapproachable, untouchable. This was Mila, though she went by Myla now. Beside her sat a little girl, her legs swinging beneath the table, her eyes wide and bright as she gazed at her mother. The girl’s expression mirrored Mila’s own—sharp, observant, unyielding.

She has been cooking up human flesh and other delicious meals and i loved her so much. I watched Millie eat her hot soup she had made with some garlic bread. She was thinking hard and I knew it. "What's going on in there my love?" I asked. "I want to fight. I want to defend our home Brian." She said. I dropped my spoon in the now empty bowl. "You can't. It's too dangerous." I said not wanting to lose her. "Brian, you are dangerous. But Wilson is not that dangerous." "Millie, he tried to kill you. I never did. I maybe a cannibal and will forever always be one but he is a man of uncertainty. I will not let him near you." I said not wanting to argue with her.

We always have been, and I don’t ever want to lose that. “I don’t know who was behind it, but they knew what way we were travelling, and there were a lot of them. Milena… she- she did well, but if she wasn’t a skilled fighter, she would be dead.” There, I admitted it. Sia pauses and looks at me. “Skilled?” “She’s part of the Arkan. She’s Milo’s sister and my mate.” Sia gasps, almost dropping the bottle in her hand. “She’s your mate!”

But the connection she craves will never happen. Instead of the animal being concerned with how we can escape this hell, giving her body is her priority. Nana has no knowledge of what the society will do if her identity is found out. The mate she desires will hate and curse her more. He will be far from her, giving her head to be slaughtered. Tucking my hair behind my ear, I pause when I notice the book sitting beside the bed, waiting to be picked. What is this? I reach for it, as the word boldly written, ‘Instructions for Milena,’ draws me in. With each detail coming to light, I read his instructions. And can’t help but roll my eyes.

Killian POV I am bewitched. Mila Anderson cannot be human and real at the same time. Those sea-green siren eyes were meant to drown every soul they landed on. Her dark red hair cascaded to her waist, and the ripped jeans hugged her curves so perfectly it was almost criminal. She clutched the straps of her messenger bag as if her life depended on it, standing behind her family with her shoulders hunched. But when her eyelids fluttered and her gaze met mine—she had me, right then and there.

Mila was contented sitting there and enjoying Allan's steadfast presence. That night, Mila was restless in bed. If she were to choose between Allan and Derek, who would it be? She shook her head, reproaching herself. They wouldn't be THAT interested in her. They may have looked young but both of them are already in their 40s, old enough to be her fathers. Nevertheless, they had both awakened her womanly desires and she desired them in return. To Mila, people of her age of 19 are immature and boring. She had altogether avoided Ferdie and Aldrin because they had professed their love for her. She was in a stage where total commitment was scary. Her mother separated from her father when she was

Patty says showing her face in the camera, whilst handing Mila a bowl and a plate. I look at the time, between time frames it was time for her evening meal, serves me right for always giving her an evening meal everyday when she was younger, now it was a habit of hers to have an evening meal, before dinner and still have dinner and possibly a midnight snack. Mila's mother is someone I will never talk about, I don't hate her, I just rather not speak of her and I so hope she never speaks of me, I would never want to hear that she still speaks about me, not to mention what she would be saying.

"Mila..." He groaned her name. She was more than being persuasive, reasoning and being so inquisitive to the extent it somehow blocked her senses of reasoning. He tried explaining, but it seemed as though the young lady wouldn't take a negation for an answer. He heaved a heavy sigh before he continued, "Mila, you know you don't have the skills for that". Yet the more he tried explaining to the younger one, the more she countered with more questions and more of her facts.