Milo Belladonna Novels & Stories

“They were afraid that we’d take the girl away to be sold. That’s what Orion…Deimos did to their children if he wasn’t pleased with them.” “Where did she even get the Belladonna?” Deacon asks. “You don’t have any in your herb garden?” “Yes, but not that much. I don’t use it a lot.” Belladonna, in minute dosages, has some healing properties. I always expressed my fears about having it on the property, but Deacon grows it in a greenhouse that he keeps locked and he’s the only one with a key. “Check your garden anyway, make sure no one went in there.”

Maybe there was no mole. Then Mila got sick again. Suddenly. Violent. Fever. Vomiting. Shaking. "What’s happening?" Celeste asked. "The treatment worked." The doctor examined her, face going white. "She’s been poisoned. Within hours." "How? We’ve been watching everything she eats." "I don’t know. But it’s killing her fast." They tried everything. Medicine. Fluids. Nothing worked. Mila got worse. Started seizing. Breathing hard. "There’s an antidote," the doctor said. "But it’s only at Belmont facilities."

"They’re too bright. The mud is washing off. We need to hide them." "How?" Tristan walked to his desk. He rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a small glass vial filled with a milky liquid. "Belladonna extract," he said. "Diluted. It’s for… recreational use. Dilates the pupils." He held it up. "If your pupils are blown wide, the black swallows the violet. It will make you sensitive to light. Your vision will blur close up. And you’ll look drugged." He offered it to her.

If he had also asked me to sell him my lifelong recipe, I'm not sure that I would have turned down the offer, but then again, As Milo had so crudely put it, I hadn't been laid in a while. My best friend Milossa, I am not just saying this because I am biased, is gorgeous. She has caramel hair that she cut into a straight bob, her left eye is pink, and the other is the deepest shade of blue that I had ever known existed. Naturally, she was bullied as a child for this. But, I have never seen her back away from a fight. So, I am adding that quality to her beauty. "Annabelle, let me get you laid!" She said then took a swig of her beer. "Give me your permission, and I will be your fairy fuck mothe

Again, Helena reported to Dominic that Belladonna had taken her pills and that she had witnessed it herself. Belladonna wrote down the evil deeds and cruel torture that Dominic had done to her, according to her memory. However, she scratched it out again so that what she had just written was unreadable. She did this because she didn't want to be reminded of the horrible memories she had just experienced.

He’s kneeling, doubled over, clutching his chest as the glow pulses beneath his skin like trapped lightning. “Milo!” I start forward— Lucien yanks me back.“Don’t. Not until we know what form he’s in.” “What form?! He’s a kid!” Lucien shoots me a pained look. “Elora… he might not be.” My breath goes cold.Milo lifts his head. His pupils are gone.His eyes shine pure silver.His small face is streaked with tears—but they glow too. “Elora,” he whispers, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

I gasped, spine curving as my own reflection multiplied and surrounded me from all sides. Milo stood at the foot, shirtless, his eyes gleaming like obsidian under the golden glow of the chandelier. His chest rose and fell in slow rhythm, the tattoos inked along his collarbones stark against his pale skin. "You’re going to watch yourself fall apart for me," he said. "Every scream. Every tremble." He climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress, and ran a single finger down my thigh, light, slow, like he was writing something into my skin.

“I’m not going to lie to you. But we can control it. I’ve been doing it behind Regine’s back for years.” I nod. “Besides,” he says, “you’re pretty green. I don’t think we have to worry about you pulling a Lord Enorio.” “What does that mean?” Milo interjects. “Well—Lord Enorio specializes in elemental magic.” “Okay, no, this is a bad idea,” Milo says. “This is stupid. We’re not doing this.” “I’m going to try it, Milo,” I say. “Are you crazy?”

The bell jingled and I looked at the door. It was that same black I saw before, it casually walked across the room, jumped on the counter and then onto the shoulders of the man behind it. I looked at him and it suddenly hit me. Oh. That must be Milio. So that cat is Milio’s familiar. I should have known, they both have the same condition of heterochromia. One of their eyes was blue while the other was brown. Milio had his hands joined in front of him and he smiled at me when I looked at him.

She recognized the small box, Donald’s errand boy (Alejandro) had brought it yesterday. Jairo opened it and pressed the bottle to her lips. She gulped greedily, finishing every drop. She sighed softly. The water felt refreshing… too refreshing. When he pulled the bottle away, he smiled like he already won. “It’s called Belladonna Negra.” Eloise stared at him, confused. “What?”