Mileena Mk1 Skins Novels & Stories

Dindo exclaimed weakly as he sat back in his chair. "I think many of you were surprised by my revelation today. It's my real face. My real name is Amore Miller...I hope you still consider me as your partner even though I have been hiding for a long time. Didn't you also wonder why our organization is called OMARE CORPS? " "Yeah. Where it came from Amore?" Trisha asked. "From my name. She scramble the letters of my name, Omare or Amore, didn't she? Did you get it?"

She stood up, quickly approached the closet and among its dimensions I saw her rummaging through a kind of suitcase probably where her hidden belongings were and from where she extracted something that for a moment remained hidden from my knowledge. Once he turned around and became aware of my curiosity he observed me while he had framed on his face that expression of contempt that he left quite visible whenever he wanted to start arguing with me and heading to the bathroom disappeared from my sight. Thus hidden from my focus of attention spent some time, until finally she came out leaving me perplexed at what I saw. Milena had put on a small white swimsuit that made the delicacy and whitene

Even though he claimed to have cared for her, the truth was that she was still a pawn in his quest for revenge, and it had cost her her life. I checked myself out in the mirror and took a deep breath, pushing myself into a powerful state of mind. As I opened the room door to leave, I almost bumped into Makila, was was seconds away from knocking. "Makila. How can I help you?" I asked, looking over her own attire not much different from mine. She seemed to fancy the colour black, and almost everything she wore had the colour on it. Her cropped top exposed her pale skin, showing the bellybutton piercing that she had. A black dangling jewel hung from it, unmistakable against her skin.

“If you choose to dare and complete it to our satisfaction, you make someone else drink. Let’s get started.” Ari walked around the group, whispering about Mila and the drinks before the game started. I couldn’t help but look over at Mila. She was nervous, shaking her leg with her hands clasped on her lap. She wasn’t wearing her normal housekeeping uniform. Instead she wore high-waisted, dark blue jeans with cutouts down the leg, paired with a thin white crop top that was a bit too revealing for my taste. Mostly because I could easier see the top of her fucking breasts, and they looked absolutely amazing. “What would I give to bite them,” Declan growled in the back of my mind. “She would enjo

Sika, was another one who wasn't there when I came because she had a visitor. Miranda was no different from Sika. Sika looked an awful lot like a Samoan. Her naturally tan skin, her dark eyes, the all black hair and tattoos said it all. Miranda was Latina. Your typical feisty Latina. She had long brown hair, pretty eyes but with a dangerous look planted on her face, letting you know, you shouldn't mess with her. Both of them actually.

. Makskins have the harshest planet. But they have built domes that encapsulate their cities, so the environment is controlled. Their skin is typically a burgundy shade, and there are five of them competing as well. Glortinons have an interesting appearance. They are light in color ranging in pale yellows, but what makes them fascinating is their glow. Their skin has taken in so much UV light from their many suns that it literally glows. Their planet has no night. They have six competing in the harvest. Froles are fast. They come from a planet that has almost no trees. They are wild-like in personality and features. Their skin is striped from their head down to their toes. They are striped s

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 milo was not done, his extra sharp teeths that was now dripping with saliva found her hind legs, the sickening sound of bones shattering echoed, followed by her painful howls. I watched with my mouth wide open at the brutal scene that was milo and millen fight, as it unfolds before me. Millen tried to fight back… tried to use her strength, her enhancements, her decades of combat experience. But Milo was beyond all of that now. He was a force of nature and pure instincts wearing a wolf's skin, and nothing could stand against him. Blood painted the throne room floor. Millen's roars of defiance became whimpers of pain, then desperate gasps for air and futile resistance.

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.

Now she was just a rookie. "Can you see that Billie? She talks!" Milenna said throwing her hands in the air. Billie chuckled. I stared at their naked bodies. Billie was way hotter than Milenna. While Milenna had small compact features which consisted of small breasts, a cup-shaped ass, and no definite womanly curve, Billie had round somewhat puffy breasts and a nice bubble butt. "I had no fucking idea she could do that," Billie said. Their mocking was starting to become stale these days. My expression fell. They needed to up their game or get the fuck out of my way.