Mila 18 Author Novels & Stories

“I’m Rosa. Don Silvetti asked me to bring you breakfast. Please eat.” I sniffled and wiped the tears from my eyes as I turned to Rosa. She looked friendly and it felt like I could get through to her. “Nice to meet you, Rosa. I’m Mila,” I introduced myself in the saddest voice I could muster before I placed a hand on her forearm. “Please can you help me get out of here?” Rosa’s eyes widened at my request and she instantly pulled away from my touch, shaking her head frantically. “No. No. You’re Don Silvetti’s property. If I help you, he’ll have my head.”

*********** Hey y'all, let me know in the comments what you'll do if you were Mila. How would you react to all of this?

A new character has appeared, she is Mila Brown, a close friend of Mia of ten years. But it can be said that this is an unstable relationship, the two of them can not see each other for a year but the relationship is still very close. The two met while studying together at a local high school. Their fate happened when the teacher saw that their names differed only by the letter "l", so she arranged for them to sit next to each other. Mila is the daughter of a noble family because she wants to try the feel like an ordinary person, so she forced her family to let her go to a local high school and hide her whole identity at the school. learn.

What was this woman doing to me? “Missed your face.” She flashed pearly, white teeth at me. The thing about Mila is that she was sexy, but she wasn’t coy. There was nothing feigned about her. None of that batting of lashes or biting of lips. She wasn’t actively trying to seduce me, but I was being seduced nonetheless. Of their own accord, my hand flew up to her hair and began to massage. “Does it still hurt?” “No. But don’t stop.” She moaned. The sound went straight to my already blood-filled body part, turning me to rock in my pants.

Hard Revelation Mila I stood very still inside the small room at the back of the motel. My hands were clenched at my sides. My chest felt tight. I did not like being here. I did not like the noise outside. I did not like the smell. And I did not like what was happening in front of me. The woman in charge stood with her arms crossed. The girl stood beside her, calm and quiet. The prince spoke first. “So, is it a deal?”

All he proved was that I made the right choice by bringing Camila here. “Why are you in such a good mood?” a woman’s voice asks sardonically. Sitting up, I see that Mila has arrived. She’s wearing her typical outfit—I’ve never seen her in anything else—a pair of black jeans and a black tank-top, her cropped jacket shining the way well-worn leather does. Her short, raven-black hair bounces as she approaches. With her snowy skin, she might as well be a walking monochromatic photo. “I just learned I have the trump card to ending Yannick right here under my roof.”