Mileena Mk1 Skins Novels & Stories

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.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

They knew better than to stand close when shifters locked up like this. Mira stood on the polished stone in ripped jeans and a yellow top I had made her buy. Her eyes were not brown. They were silvered at the edges, wolf-slicked. Her wolf rode high but did not take her over. She was breathing hard and steady, like she was trying not to shake.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

Selith’s eyes light up like burning logs. She angles her screen away from Grandma’s old eyes and nudges Draven’s big elbow with her phone. "Hey, look at this design, big brother isn't his body totally stunning in this silk coat?" I am sitting right next to Draven's heavy shoulder, and my eyes catch a quick glimpse of the glowing screen out of the corner of my eye. Mireya is wearing a sheer, open lace vest with a plunging neckline slashed so low down his chest that it leaves absolutely nothing hidden from an alpha's eyes...

The Return to Flesh As the cosmic light faded, the indigo glass on Leo’s arm began to crack. It wasn't the sound of breaking; it was the sound of shedding. The translucent lattice fell away in shimmering shards, revealing raw, pink skin underneath. The metallic resonance in his voice softened, turning back into the deep, gravelly tone of the man Meilin had first met in London.

said Wasit Zein. The faces of all the other fighters who were meditating were quietly waiting for their turn. "Well, our audience will witness the second battle, which is the fight in Group B between Viki and Milka" said Host Karpenko. "A little information from viewers that Milka is one of Victor's friends who has won 2nd place in the Northern Zeon Continent last year, okay don't have to wait any longer, we can just watch the fighters between Viki and Milka" Said Host Karpenko.

"But I thought you wouldn't see her again." Helena had warned her that a woman was looking for her, but she didn't think it would be her. That woman with white skin, perfectly crafted features, clear yet dark eyes that reflected anything but benevolence. There she was, with her hands clasped at her waist, dressed in her black tuxedo that gave her both masculine and feminine airs, which Melia could tell was the best brand. Her blonde hair was slicked back and her chin was raised with an effect of fear and power. "So it is and so it shall be... Skalliet."

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!”