Milan Allen Mga Nobela at Kwento

After a fruitless search of the house, I spot Merida, who I can't quite refer to comfortably as my sister yet, in the kitchen talking to Allison, both of them jump back and plaster fake innocent smiles on their faces when I walk into the room. "Oh thank the goddess, I thought you were the Alpha." Allison laughs, her fake smile broadening into a wide, genuine one. "I thought I'd been caught slacking off, do you want some chocolate brownie? They're still hot." "Allison is the best cook in the world." Merida picks one up and stuffs it into her mouth whole. "Don't tell Mum I said that though." "Uh… I won't." She grins, her lips and teeth coated in chocolate like a little girl and you can't help

"We are not cooking her." Angelica bursted out laughing. "Oh my god, this is hilarious." Angelica snorted as she placed her hand over her mouth to stop herself from snorting like seal. Milan patted mom's back and kissed her on her forehead. "What I meant with roasting was mocking, mom." He then looked up at me and send me a dazzling smile. The one I always saw on tv whenever he scored a goal. "Hey lil sis." "Hey Millie Billie. Where is Yas?" I walked over towards Milan and gave him a hug. His torso was bare so when he hugged me back I was pressed hard against his abs. The abs so many girls from all around the world were drooling over.

I try to get up from the chair to see who entered. In between the reporters and camera flashes, I see a tall man in a black suit. The scene looks similar to the scene of a gigantic ship crushing minor boats and sailing ahead. He walks in straight like an Egyptian God, not giving a flying fuck to anyone. Reporters chant his name 'Ryan, one pic. Ryan', but he didn’t turn. His aura is powerful like a hunter, so deadly and dangerous. He seems to fill the space around him like some dark entity. I didn’t notice myself shifting on the chair, the temperature is getting hotter of my seat automatically, boiling my bottom.

Jennifer tapped once at Milan's door before using her keycard to open the private room. Jennifer stepped into a normal sized room. For Milan it was tiny and therefore appropriate private accommodations for a hostel. It was almost completely covered in discarded clothing. Milan lay on a padded bench wearing stockings, athletic shorts and a corset. Her hair was in hot rollers and she still had mascara smudges from last night. Two other girls lounged on her bed in similar states of mixed dress. "Out," Jennifer snapped. Milan scowled. "You can't-" Jennifer stared at her. "Not a word from you."

Kira cries. “But-But he is right, Kira!” Ayleen speaks before Matt could open his mouth. “You too?” Kira looks at Ayleen shocked. Ayleen and Matt look at each other. “You are hurting. If you reject him, it’ll hurt more, but the suffering will end for once and all. Think about it Kira.” Ayleen says. Kira scoffs as a tear falls down her cheek. “Wow...You guys have so much confidence in me. Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m not that strong. I can’t reject him and survive the pain, Ayleen!”

MILA'S POV I stick out my hand. "I'm Mila Santiago. I'm a junior agent on Rick Hernandez's team at Prime Sports. Rick had something come up, but I'm here to speak to you on his behalf." His grip is surprisingly firm. My fingers feel small and soft wrapped in his, and I try very hard not to notice the warmth that travels up my arm. Jax Kingston laughs. But it comes out more like a grunt and feels more like a stab wound.

“The Morettis, Mr. Jameson?” “Yes, Amelia. Mr. Alessandro Ethan Moretti and his brother, Giovanni Aidan Moretti.” Suddenly, Millie’s mind spun. “Holy shit,” she muttered, barely aware she’d said it out loud.

Luna Katerina read the paper a few times before glaring at her mother who looked down at her feet “who left this?” “He gave me the choice years ago, and I chose to leave, pretending that you died…” “I asked a bloody question” Luna Katerina asked, growing protective. “His name is Domenico Mancini, the last of the Lycan elders” Alpha Anthony said, sensing the tension in the air “and he wants you dead, Katerina…”

The cold has made my nipples hard. "Get. Out," I spit. Vladimir laughs. "Come on, sweetheart. There’s no need to be like—" Suddenly, the door to my room swings open. "Out." A deep growl emanates from the doorway. The three men freeze. The alpha stands there, clad in a wrinkled white linen shirt, high boots, and a red tartan kilt. His face appears chiseled from thunder and stone. "Out." Vladimir swallows hard, but a smile quickly returns to his face as he turns away. "It’s just a bit of fun—"

She sang and I rolled my eyes. "Thanks Mabel, but I think I know that already," I scoffed, annoyed with her sticking her nose in my life. "Lily, shut up!" She warned. "Now, as I was saying, Denver is your mate, but he has a fiance. Did you know that?" She asked in a cocky tone of voice. I remember when Lando told me that, or was it Timothy? No idea, but I remember hearing it at least. "Yes," I answered coldly, hoping she would just quit it.