Milo James Thatch Novels & Stories

Hearing this, James was lost in contemplation. Milo was strong, especially his physical prowess, which was at least at the Sage Rank’s Tenth Stage. Such physical strength was terrifying. Not only that, but he must have been well-versed in Sacrilegious Ascension as well. James knew that he might not emerge victorious in a fight. Besides, Sacrilegious Ascension had deep connections with the Primordial Ape Race. “I don’t wanna take your life. Leave now.” Saying that, Milo disappeared without a trace.

"Today, my son, Anthony, got engaged to Amanda Lance! Thank you all for attending this engagement party and bearing witness to this special moment." With that, she handed me the microphone. "Mandy, why don't you say a few words?" Everyone's attention turned to me. I accepted the microphone and dropped my gentle expression. "Before I say anything, I would like to share a video with everyone." Subsequently, I took out my phone and played the video that I had prepared beforehand. It was actually surveillance footage from the cameras I had installed in the Yarrow residence previously. I was the one who bought the cameras, and the account was also linked to my phone.

The three of them even celebrated that with his first cruise down the coastal road while Maeve sat behind Angela. "Good afternoon, my little beans," Milo grinned, earning an elbow hook from Maeve. His smile was replaced with a painful frown as he touched his chest, bending forward and groaning in pain. "F*ck that hurts! What are you? A Wonder Woman. I hate your strength." He grumbled walking after them while Maeve grinned. Milo was in the law department. Ever since their first meeting, Milo thinks she and Meave were his little beans in need of his protection.

And Milo—because of course Milo—perched on the low wall, flipping his knife like a man with no interest in keeping his fingers. “Storm girl,” he drawled, grin bright as coin. “How’s it feel being Nytherra’s newest controversy? Fan club? Hate mail?” “Do you practice being insufferable,” I asked, “or is it genetic?” He pressed a hand to his heart, stricken. “Wounded. Catch me, Jarek.” “No,” Jarek said without looking. Kaia clipped mint and didn’t hide her smile. “Stop pestering.” “Pestering?” Milo gasped. “I’m enriching.” He winked at me. “Right, Zoey?”

He laughed again—loud, unhinged, echoing off the concrete walls like a psycho who finally won the lottery. One of his guys shifted behind him. Skinny kid with a scar across his cheek. Voice low, urgent. “Boss. Milo’s not someone to play with. You don’t think he came alone, do you? You need to act fast. If you want to kill him, better do it now before we all die here.” Nate shoved the guy hard. Kid stumbled back into a stack of crates. “Shut the fuck up.” Nate cocked his head, his eyes never leaving me. “Milo knew he wouldn’t dare two-time me. He actually came alone. And to be honest…”

"You're so fucking fit." "Bartending is physical," Milo said with a breathless laugh. "Carrying kegs, shaking drinks, being on my feet all night. Keeps me in shape." He reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it into the back seat. Victor stared. Milo's torso was lean and defined, with tight abs, a narrow waist, and a light dusting of dark blond hair between his pecs trailing down into the waistband of his jeans. His nipples were small and pink, hard from the cool air. A small tattoo of a crescent moon sat on his left hip bone.

The bed shook as he rolled over on the mattress to grab his phone from the table. “It’s James.” James is a warlock from my coven. During Lillian’s reign he had protested her rule and her way of doing things, he even called her out on a few of her lies. As a consequence, he had to flee to the states because there had been too many attempts on his life. Now he was under our employ, as the Chief Executive Officer of our foundation.

anger causes my tone to be more aggressive than I’d planned. Milo steps back but Miles is keen to have this out. “So isn’t that her job?”. I step towards Miles and look down at him. “No her job was to come here and oversee the treaty’s not help us when we get attacked because our patrol was too weak to fight them off. That MILES was your job!” His flinch let’s me know my points been made. “ so we patrolling or what?” Milo asks. I welcome the distraction and start stripping my clothes. Shifting is a bastard at the best of times.

“Then talk. For once, Milo, just talk to me as a man. Not a soldier.” Milo stayed standing for a moment, torn between instinct and emotion. Then sat across from me, almost like a son summoned to explain a hidden wound. He exhaled deeply. “My birth name is Mi Lo Jin. Son of Jong Ping Jin, Korean arms financier. Ruthless. Unforgiving. He trafficked power like currency. His reach extended into Lorenzo’s camp before Lorenzo even had a name.” My eyes narrowed. “And you disowned him?” Milo nodded. “He killed my mother for giving me a conscience. I left Korea. Found refuge with Mr. Martinez, a tech genius who owed my mother a favor. He became my real father. Trained me. Gave me a second life.”

Everyone knew the Vance heir, the guy who rode the black Harley and looked like he could bench-press a mid-sized sedan. "Go," Jax commanded. Thorne and his friends scrambled away without a second glance. Milo, who had stopped a few feet away to readjust his books, turned around just as the bullies fled. He blinked, his vision still slightly off because he was wearing an old, weaker pair of backup glasses. He saw a tall figure standing where the bullies had been. "Um… thank you?" Milo squeaked, his voice small and melodic.