Milkman Novels & Stories

THE MAN IN YELLOW

Agent Vernon clenched his teeth together while driving his fist into the palm of his hand. “Getting punched by a pregnant lady doesn’t change the fact that you have a small penis. If you want to prove to me you don’t have a small penis, then try to be quiet and do what you’re told like a good little boy.” The gunman stared up at Agent Vernon with a murderous amusement in his dirt gray eyes. “I allowed myself to get punched by a pregnant lady because I’m a Southern gentleman. You’re a little boy with a small brain and a small penis, so you would’ve attacked a pregnant lady for punching you.”

Frowning she grabbed a cart, pulled out a container of milk, throwing it in, "stupid milk" She bought everything she wanted and then pushed the cart to the twist section, throwing more and more of it knowing it was going to show on her budget. But she didn't care. as far as it showed the contempt she held for the newbie. She pushed her stuff to the counter. "Emma" the man behind the counter smiled widely at her " you passed through and I didn't see you " He was a tall bulky man whose frame didn't match his countenance, white hair that had once been evenly black. But his eyes, the pair still had that twinkle

“Stand down, we're not alone, stay inside until I give the all clear.” “Boss.” I looked around and scanned the surroundings. “So you're alive I thought the Russian prick was lying. I can see clearly he wasn't.” A male six feet tall came walking towards us alone; he was either brave or stupid. “Let me introduce myself. Orian Miller. Better known as O.” I cranked my gun. “You made us lose our women.” “You did that all by yourself, Green. You should've been aware that it was a set up, but you were to dumb and drunk to realise that you'd been played. NowI'm here to get what belongs to me.”

" Nevra wiped her tears and held Altan's hand. He was right, but his hands were tied. There was nothing they could do. He didn't want it either, but his hand was bowing his neck like a prisoner and consenting... one After stroking his horse's neck and checking it, the young man got on and went away from the mansion. As the horse accelerated, he bent down and narrowed his eyes. This is the only way he could get rid of the distress inside him, even if it was a little… The horse ran as it ran, but it still couldn't get out of its own land. If he did, he would breathe easy, as if he had come to a new life in another life. He quickly passed through the workers who gave life to the arid lan

"No. No, this man is worse than him..." My face twists in confusion, then it clicks. The man. The one Cal and Reilly mentioned, but never told me anything about. The one man who truly needs me for the uprising. One man wants you. And he will get you. Taunting words ring painful in my head. "Who is he?" "A phantom. He's as old as I, and after being betrayed by the Alpha of Wisdom, wants nothing but the Pack system to fail." "Sounds familiar," I murmur, hating myself.

This book is a stand-alone, but you will understand the characters better by reading the books in order: 1. Sugar Baby 2. Sugar Daddy 3. Sugary Goodness "That's not how it is supposed to work Mr. McCain. Yes... I know you had paid a large amount of money. Yes... but our girl is still free to decide. It is quite clear on the agreement sir. Let's see, how about if I set you up with a more suitable girl for you? I'm really sorry about this. Why don't you take Jaquelyn to dinner first, anyplace of your choosing all expenses are on us, as a token of our apology. Then if you deemed appropriate, she will replace your previous one? And I will take care of everything personally. Yes sir, I understand

The crowd shifted, necks craning toward the source of the shout. A man pushed his way to the front—broad-shouldered, middle-aged, with a scar cutting through his left eyebrow. I recognized him. Duncan. He ran the grain mill on the south edge of territory.

Aunt Lana: “It’s not trouble. You’re home. And you haven’t eaten. Let me do this.” Ten minutes later, the three of them sat around the small dining table.Over dinner, the entire story was spilled Mila and Sally gave a rapid rundown—from the party to Lily’s framing,the arrest,the jail cell, the mysterious man who saved them. Finally, Aunt Lana looked at Mila with gentle curiosity. Aunt Lana: “The man who got you out… do you know who he is?” Mila and Sally exchanged a look. Mila: “No. He didn’t give a name. Just said he hates women like Lily and called himself... a second chance.”

In truth, it was never a plan—only a desperate man’s last, flailing struggle. I calculated the days. Thayer’s deadline for repayment was approaching. During this forced isolation, my parents were undoubtedly frantic with worry. Yet this was the consequence of their own indulgence—it was nothing but poetic justice. Outside, the autumn wind tossed the leaves of the trees against the glass with a soft rustle. I locked the files into the safe and turned to look at the photo on the wall: Seraphina holding her elephant plushie. Her smile revealed tiny dimples, sunlight filtering through the soft strands of her hair, scattering delicate patches of light across her cheeks.