Milan Allen Novels & Stories

Milan took a deep breath and answered, "Chief Yoel, the four kidnappers were slashed at their throats, and no useful clues were found at the scene." As he spoke, he glanced at Howard. Although Howard remained silent, Milan sensed a monarch-like aura from him, making him feel like he could not stand upright. He had never felt this before! A storm surged in Milan's heart, and he had already speculated about Howard's identity. This man was most likely that legendary figure! King of the West, Commander Lincoln! This made him even more terrified. He never thought that Commander Lincoln's daughter was the one involved. This was simply horrifying! He could not wait to catch the perpetrators and exe

Megan then remembers Regar patting her on the shoulder, then hugging her briefly to calm her tears as she heard about Helena. "I met with ... Regar from Movaro," Megan said honestly. Eden's eyes darkened. "What?" He began to realize the reason for Regar's absence in the execution of the arson. Before Eden misunderstood, Megan immediately picked up her bag which was seen hanging by the door. She took out her wallet. "He gave this back." Eden glanced at the wallet at a glance. "All the way to Stakhvold?" Megan then proceeded to release a photo of herself with Helena. "He said he'd seen this woman," she points out to Helena in the photo. "Ten years ago here."

I added. The rage inside of me was being fueled by the raw trepidation I was feeling. “I am sorry, boss,” Cain said, his voice cracked. “What happened?” He asked. “Don Milano is alive,” I blurted. “No, that cannot be possible,” Cain said, deeply shocked. “That’s exactly what I thought, but he is as we speak,” I stated. “The motherfucker didn’t die,” I added deeply. “But, boss…are you sure about this?” Cain asked worriedly.

I uttered, with my heart beating very fast. “I just received a call from someone who is supposed to be dead, Celine.” He uttered, and I furrowed my brows. “What are you talking about?” I asked in confusion, hoping he was going to keep beating around the bush and just hit the nail on the head. “Alpha Kilhan just called me.” He responded, and my eyes popped wide open. “What?!” My breathing grew intense. “Shh! Cameras. Act normal, Celine.” He whispered, and I nodded, gulping hard.

This would be prevented if you could just OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! [UNKNOWN NUMBER: Mr Laurent? Please help.] THIS CONTACT IS NOT IN YOUR ADDRESS BOOK. BLOCK? oOo Gael blinked at the unknown number--sure, there were always spam calls and those people that trolled the system and ran numbers to get to his, but this one seemed like the other person actually had his contact. [to UNKNOWN NUMBER: Who is this?] [UNKNOWN NUMBER: This is Arabella Miller. We met earlier today. At the school.] [Arabella Miller (school):

He pressed a button, and a recording of Milana’s voice filled the room: “Oh, daddy, I miss your big fat cock—” “Don’t believe any of it! It’s AI-generated, mimicking my voice!” Milana sobbed louder, her body trembling. “Ryder, you know I love you. I’m carrying your pup. I would never—” Ryder sighed and turned on the projector. The sharp, rhythmic sound of skin slapping skin filled the office. In the recording, Milana was on top of the man, her back facing his chest, her face on full display. The room was unmistakably the same one seen in every photograph.

She believes in her spirit that nothing can harm her as long as she is strong within herself. "I will not let anyone ruin this day for me!" Promising herself one last time, she started her car. ***** It’s a big event for the fashion world. The very famous fashion designer, Melissa Millar, known as the queen MM, is having her fancy designs exhibited by the top models of America. Melissa Millar is a twenty seven years old beautiful woman also known as the heartbreaker of the state. This famous fashion designer can top the look of the best model of the New York fashion industry.

“And here I was thinking you both were over. You just changed location to run away from me.” Milan smile widened. “Ava fucks me or I tell my mom everything.” Alex stopped thrusting but stayed buried inside me. “Milan. You were never gonna stop were you.” She turned her head and looked at me. “Not even a bit.” Before I could yell at her and call her a bitch, Alex interrupted. “Fine. But this is the last time.” Alex whispered in my ear, “I’m recording everything. Trust me.” I nodded. Milan stripped quickly and sat on the desk in front of me. I leaned in and started eating her pussy while Alex continued fucking me from behind. Milan moaned loudly, gripping my hair as I licked her clit and finge

Nick walked out immediately, rubbing his forehead in agony and shame, he didn't have far to go, we had officers waiting on the outside for him also. I take my seat in the boss' chair, smiling, I looked around the table. "Hello gentlemen, my name is Camila Clair Camorra, I am your CEO" I say leaning back and watching their faces go from shocked to very impressed. Elijah smiles at me in adoration, he's so handsome!. But what are the odds, I'm the villain in everyone else's story except his.

Della said quickly by the looks of things, it looked like Mila would confess. "What's your name?" Alfredo teased Mila. "It's Mila Rivera." She stuttered. Della was shocked, she had never seen her friend like this. "Unfortunately Mila-" He said her name smoothly. "You have to pay for that." "But-" Mila had on her grey uniform and her hair in a pony tail. Mila had a slender figure as compared to Della who was slender and curvy.