Novel & Cerita Milan Allen

Alessio demanded, voice tight. Milan shrugged out of his coat, letting it drop onto the floor with a wet thud. His movements were slow, theatrical, like every gesture meant something. “Because I still know where you hide your ghosts. And I figured…” He looked at Noa again, eyes flickering with dark amusement. “…you deserved to meet one.” Lightning ripped across the sky, white and violent. The sudden burst of light illuminated Milan’s face, sharp cheekbones, hollow eyes, a smile like a scar.

Milan still had enough strength to stop her. “Y-you… you- you’ll p-pay for this… Camilla.” Mr. Milan laughed, accepting his death in her hands. “At least,… At least, I- I… I’m glad not to find you dead… At least, I never killed someone. At least,… my sin is a little smaller than yours. That’s… the difference between you and me.”

he said slowly, “there have been…rumors. Whispers of a financial scandal involving the Dubois family shortly before their deaths. Something about embezzlement and a powerful investor they crossed.” My heart hammered against my ribs. A financial scandal? Could that be the motive behind the murders? “Tell me everything you know,” I said, leaning forward eagerly. Miller shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. “Not so fast, son. Knowledge comes with a price. You wanna know what I know, you gotta help me find something I’ve been looking for.” Curiosity warred with caution within me. What could he possibly need from me? But the chance to clear Annalisa’s name, to finally put this nightmar

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.

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!”

“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—"