Milo James Thatch Novels & Stories

"But I'm going anyway." “That's suicide alpha.” James blocked the road. “Milo is in deep trouble. If I don't get to him now, I think I might not get to him again.” “What are you talking about” james scowled, “They are draining his blood. I saw it as part of his vision.” "Then we're coming with you. It's so dangerous, you will need a backup." "No." I turned to look at them. "Milo needs me, I can handle this.”

Josh shook his head, “Not really, but I ... know his weaknesses.” James gave a small nod. “Next up Thyme Sylis will be the opponent for ... James Gardner,” Mary said. James didn't know how to respond because he had never heard the name before. But Josh said, “Don't worry! He's ... not a soldier with outstanding abilities. You could almost say that he has no excellence in any field.” James immediately said to Josh, “Thank you.” “And the one who will be in charge against Riley Wood is ....” Riley held his breath.

she stops short and looks at Milo, “Wait. That vault requires biometrics from multiple people to get in. How did you do it?” Milo holds his finger to his mouth like he’s keeping a secret and whispers, “Black ops”. James looks at the contents in his hands in awe. We watch him back out of the room, “I gotta go. I know just the person to help me with these. We’ve got work to do. I’ll keep you posted!” “Arrogant Beta you got there, Bronx,” Tessa murmurs, smirking at Milo, who is pretending to swing a baseball bat and pointing to his imaginary home run.

So at least her expressions were not betraying her like Arthur did! “So, what is the petition?” Mila asked the man. “We always told it to the minister, and he passed on the message to the Alpha,” the man informed. “Well, I don’t have a minister,” Mila shrugged. “What is your name?” “James Meisner,” the man replied with a bow. “And your post?” Mila continued. “I was a commander,” James replied, confirming Mila’s suspicions about his post. “So, you held a position of power,” Mila added.

Adrian Milo stood there, my father’s old assistant, holding a carton of wine bottles at his feet. The realization hit me. I had completely forgotten I had instructed him to stock the lake house. But even as relief started to creep in, something else made me pause. Milo was uneasy. Too uneasy for something as simple as a delivery. "Master," he said, bowing his head in deference, recognizing not just my power, but who I was — his Sire, his Lord.

Gareth Laskey, Milo’s father. Only he didn’t look like a father. Not his, anyway. His eyes were cold and unfamiliar. His jaw hard, set in permanent disapproval. Milo had spent years studying his own reflection, searching for some trace of the man who’d walked away. There was nothing. He looked like his mother. Every inch. And now that face was right in front of him, in Crestwick. The faint scrape of blades echoed across the empty rink, laughter long gone, leaving only the sting of cold air seeping through Milo’s jacket. His throat felt tight, the smell of ice sharp in his lungs.

​I looked down. ​Milo, who had been crying for the last hour, was suddenly wide awake. He had wiggled his arms out of his yellow duck fleece. With zero survival instincts and absolute baby fearlessness, Milo reached his tiny, chubby hand across the center console. ​His little fingers clamped firmly into Kaelen Thorne’s thick, dark beard. ​"Da!" Milo squealed happily, giving the facial hair a sharp, aggressive yank.

What had Tiesto done? Milo wished he could punch Henry.

I picked up the files we had on Thomas Mills, looking to see if there was anything we missed, on where he could be or what he even looked like. Thomas Mills, a Vampire that was a wanted Black Marketer of Supernatural, Human, Drug, and Animal Trafficking. Only reason we had his name was because he always branded what he considered his property. We were able to rescue some Supernatural's, Humans, and Animals and stop some drug distributions but it cost lives on both sides.

‘I’m supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around. ‘I just want both you and Aunt Vero to be happy,’ Milo said sincerely. ‘We will. And I want you to be happy too.’ She glanced at the game screen. ‘What’s this game, and how did you rake in all this cash?’ Milo shrugged, a sly smile on his face. ‘It’s Warrior Empires. I’m a natural at it.’ Then he added, ‘It’s developed by a company owned by Wilde Enterprises.’ Alessia’s eyes widened.