Milo Belladonna Novels & Stories

The pills were obviously homemade. “Do you know what they are for?” Mikael asked. “Open the bag,” Ben said. Rayvin opened the zip lock and closed it immediately as she felt the spicy liquorish smell. She looked up at Ben. “Anise?” she asked. He nodded. Mikael let out a low growl. “Why does Milly have pills containing Anise?” Mikael asked. “How should I know? I mind linked you and made an excuse and came right over. I haven’t even told Diana,” Ben told them.

she asked, knowing only Milo had those skills. As if by majik, Milo appeared at their sides. "I can, but for a price," he decided, rubbing his chin. "Miaka, you will become my slave for a week if I do this." "Please do it, Please?" Anna begged and Miaka nodded. "Fine... how bad can it be?" It turned out the answer to that question was bad... very bad indeed. Milo seemed like a kind, angelic teen on the surface, but deep down he was a complete menace.

"It was when she found out that she was pregnant with you that she got a foresight about you. In her sight, she saw how you would kill your father, destroy the empire and end all the imperial bloodline. So she tried to run away with you to prevent the tragedy." "So, are you telling me that I was a cursed child since birth?" I asked Lord Arche while looking at the God's pretty, galaxy-like eyes, but he just smiled bitterly at my question instead. At this point, I didn't know whether I should cry or laugh. Now it kinda makes sense. I've heard Bella’s name was given by her mother. Now I could see how her name really suited her. Belladonna. Beautiful lady. But also the name of a fiercely poisono

Once she's gone and I'm in the clear, I continue walking in the direction of the garden, and I brighten my flashlight once more. I go past the temple, and I see it. Close to a hundred-meter-square land sits over hundreds of belladonna flowers. Oh my God. They're using poison to treat Harry's father? Does Harry know about this? The doctor who prescribed this flower as a cure didn't want to help Sir Smith. It's a slow death for him. Belladonna is the most poisonous flower in the world. And they're making Sir Smith drink three cups of it each day. Someone is trying to kill the former alpha.

Mila shrugged. “I found your little secrets, Alvara. The maid who tried to trap a rich man ” She let out a soft, sinister laugh. “You really should be more careful.” My chest tightened. “How…?” Isabella asked “Your phone,” she cut in, smooth, precise. Everything inside me stilled. “No…” Isabella whispered, shaking her head. “That doesn’t even make sense. How…” Mila reached into her pocket, producing something small. Tiny. “A bug,” she said lightly.

Inside was a rare variant of belladonna—violet-black petals, roots coiled protectively in the soil like a sleeping serpent. “She was rescued from a cursed battlefield. Survives best with those who don’t flinch.” “Is that an offer?” “It’s a test. Keep her alive. Don’t poison anyone. We’ll talk advanced placement.” I accepted the pot. The plant trembled once in my hands, then settled, as if recognizing something. Loralie clapped her hands beside me. “That’s such an honor! Professor Thorne never gives out take-home plants!” “Maybe she likes me,” I said dryly.

Milo greeted me with a wide smile on his face. Milo is one of my closest friends in Bendoveh Island's Sixth District. He is the only bartender who does not consume alcohol. He's been clean for nearly three years. We grew up together and have been looking out for each other ever since. I've been going to the 69ers Club every night, and Milo has been my spotter and wingman when it comes to women.

“But Mommy, his socks don’t match! Boys can’t wear dinosaur socks with lightning bolts. That’s not stylish.” Milo looked up from where he sat on the floor, one sock halfway on. “But I like dinosaurs.” “Lightning bolts don’t go with dinosaurs!” Mira insisted, folding her arms dramatically. Elara pinched the bridge of her nose, fighting back a laugh. “Mira, he’s four. I think we can let dinosaurs and lightning bolts coexist for today.” “But Mommy...” “No buts, young lady.” Elara crouched down to help Milo with his shoes, smiling softly when he grinned at her. “You look perfect. Right, soldier?”

I had tended to them personally over the years, never letting anyone else care for them. Milo paused in front of one of the pots, murmuring again, "Orchids were actually my favorite too. Did you know that, Elara?" I froze, watching as a tear fell from his eye. All these years, I had ignored Milo, only focusing on Lucian. Then I suddenly remembered, that night at the our gathering, when I was so focused on my match dress with Lucian, Milo wore the powder blue one—the one color that was perfect matched for my deep blue.

"When given a mission, you complete it or you'll end up dead just like her. I will not report you this time, but don't let your emotions misguide you again." "Understood," Milo said, taking another sip of his cooling coffee and letting it calm his nerves. "Is there anything else to report?" Nadia asked, her tone all business once more. "Nothing," Milo replied, but his response was met with a disapproving frown from Nadia. "You didn't think a sighting of a red monster on the Alpha King's land wasn't important information?" She asked, arching an eyebrow. Milo's heart skipped a beat. He had not heard about this. From his shocked expression, Nadia realized that he was truly unaware. "There isn't